I have always been
before I met you
you have touched my skin
and I dropped
dropped on your knees
catch me
tired angel
you're the last one who still flies
can you make him not come here tonight?
where have you been
when he put out the flame
I carried in my hands
he still sometimes crawls
to my dreams, to my head
appears so real
in the rain of fears
I will always be
though you resist it
you have touched my skin
and I dropped
on your knees. now please
catch me
tired angel
you're the last one who still flies
can you make him not come here tonight?
I need this for my dreams
I need this for my head
not to blow up
time and again
until the blood pulsate
in my tired head
I cannot find a reason
...please help me find a reason
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
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