The gloomy do not know
That one day they will cease to be
She'll arrive
as sure as a modern leak
neither pale
Or gray
It is not a scythe
scratching lice away like you
And I
eternally laughing
No matter if you're spiritual
or courageous
But lovers will suffer her
pleasant
In their last hour
Sleep your whole life
There is no fault
Any way, she will come
At any time
SOMETIMES
If in a good mood
she will
fall from the sky
In the form of piano
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
The gloomy do not know
That one day they will cease to be
She'll arrive
as sure as a modern leak
neither pale
Or gray
It is not a scythe
scratching lice away like you
And I
eternally laughing
No matter if you're spiritual
or courageous
But lovers will suffer her
pleasant
In their last hour
Sleep your whole life
There is no fault
Any way, she will come
At any time
SOMETIMES
If in a good mood
she will
fall from the sky
In the form of piano
