Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Sadness



You can't see my eyes, you can't see my eyes


They don't see yours,
Hear me when I say, "They don't mind at all"


It's the rain I hear coming, not a stranger or a ghost


It's the quiet of a storm approaching that I fear the most


It's the pain that I hear coming
The slightest crystal tear, drops to the ground in silence
When my love is near


Darling, when did you fall? When was it over?


Darling, when, when did you fall? When was it over?


It's marching through my door now, the stony cold of lonesome


A bell tolls for my heart and then my lonesome song begins


It's marching through my door now, the stony cold of lonesome


A bell tolls for my heart and now my lonesome song begins


Darling, when did you cry? I couldn't hear you


Darling when, when did you cry? I couldn't hear you


It's marching through my door now, the stony cold of lonesome
A bell tolls for my heart and now my lonesome song will begin


Darling when did we fall? When was it over?


Darling when, when did we fall? When was it over?


I suppose it is the price of falling in love


I fear that it's the price of falling in love

Innocente by Delerium, 2001

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