Ashes. Ashes.
Our souls drift like ashes in the brittle
I want to stop thinking of love
Dreaming of love
Defining
She was so beautiful to watch
Swirling in and out of
i see my answer on the end of a rope,
knowing your voice could awaken me - is what makes
angel, why am I so blind?
the room: sweat pouring,
if i could look down from the vantage of an
Dulcinea..
Dulcinea..
Dulcinea emerges
Dulcinea emerges
the bachelor..
the ba
i know you need to ask of me
i know
Autumn leaves blowing across my floor
Windows broken out by the
cast out by angels,
cast out by faith.
like fallen
i like it like that
the eyes looking up to me
some
Tarnished
Well Halo came down from the stage fell down
He slumps
they're tearing me up in the sun
they're melting me down
overcome, one day, adam sat... wondering, of himself: "what have
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