[Altheia.]

Tiamat, Divided.

The marriage has gone to my head.
The wedding trumpets are dead
Replaced by a static noise
So loud that I can't hear my own voice.

Will those signs lead me out of here?
Well, just take me somewhere,
To the planes where angels sing
Through the chime and the clattering

For what it's worth the truth might hurt you.
There is a little you can do...
When shadows fall I will desert you.
Then that's what you will do...
For what it's worth the truth might hurt you.
And with a tear of morning dew...
My temples born anew -
Lead me inside,
Lead me inside,
Lead me inside out of the cold!
Let me inside,
Feel me inside!
When the seed is sown
Our love's dead by dawn.

And as the day begins
The sun is soothing my skin.

And I am divided,
I am divided
For love.

I have to say
That all of this time
I waited for someone like you.
You are my dream...
You are my dream...
You are my dream...

И когда он запел-зашептал: "You are my dream... You are my dream... You are my dream...", захотелось сесть на грязный вокзальный пол и реветь. Разинуть рот так безобразно и орать.

Comments

[Rebellious Ophelian]

да, когда-то это была моя любимая песня. наркомеланхолия. наравне с Sixshooter. don't spend it all on me..

[Altheia.]

"Наркомеланхолия". Хех. Как точно-то...)