eutopia
Bluelighter
The moonlight dances on the faces of angels making a solemn shadow that i barley see, they run away from me, forcing me not to be.
I long for the kiss of the moon to touch these wanting lips, to feel the embrace of darkness, to touch it with my fingertips.
I want to run with you through the cold desert night, get away form everything out of range, get away from sight.
I want to be the guardian of the sky in the watchtower, to become one with the black sky, I want to be with the angels, get my wings, and learn to fly.
Come with me to this utopia, this unspeakable enchanting place, come fly with me as I put my hands upon your face.
So goodnight if you decide to stay and never come to this utopia with me, you will forever be here, all alone with your insanity.
[ 03 June 2002: Message edited by: eutopia ]
I long for the kiss of the moon to touch these wanting lips, to feel the embrace of darkness, to touch it with my fingertips.
I want to run with you through the cold desert night, get away form everything out of range, get away from sight.
I want to be the guardian of the sky in the watchtower, to become one with the black sky, I want to be with the angels, get my wings, and learn to fly.
Come with me to this utopia, this unspeakable enchanting place, come fly with me as I put my hands upon your face.
So goodnight if you decide to stay and never come to this utopia with me, you will forever be here, all alone with your insanity.
[ 03 June 2002: Message edited by: eutopia ]
