If these were the last things That I could remember In this the country of lost things, Then please just five more minutes Fulfill my final wish... A kiss before dying Your breath upon my lips Black eyes move ever closer I hear the angels call If these were the last things That I could recall In these the dying embers Of things forever lost Together Forever Like never before Perpetual spiral Into the endless fall
Μια δέηση στην Θεά της Βαρύτητας από τους Lydia Lunch & Rowland S. Howard, και τους Wok…μέρες που είναι, και θα είναι…
