Let us leave for foreign places
Away from this city of boringly beautiful faces
For ash filled cobbled stone streets
Fields of blooded roses and golden wheat
Castles cemented in antiquity
Crumbling walls of barren cities
Abandoned cathedrals of a bygone era
Smoke filled bordello backrooms with mirrors smudged by mascara
Let us leave before the hours turn late
And I have wasted my life awaiting fate
But I grow old
And warm dreams turn cold
How stunning you look tonight
How badly I want to tell you these words I write
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
Let us leave for foreign places
Away from this city of boringly beautiful faces
For ash filled cobbled stone streets
Fields of blooded roses and golden wheat
Castles cemented in antiquity
Crumbling walls of barren cities
Abandoned cathedrals of a bygone era
Smoke filled bordello backrooms with mirrors smudged by mascara
Let us leave before the hours turn late
And I have wasted my life awaiting fate
But I grow old
And warm dreams turn cold
How stunning you look tonight
How badly I want to tell you these words I write
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