Black clouds , grey smoke of fire
Fast white river flowing in this blue sea
It's that one person I admire
The one person , who holds the key
That lock , closing my soul
This ticking clock , and this changing weather
Makes me think that the lie is "forever"
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
Black clouds , grey smoke of fire
Fast white river flowing in this blue sea
It's that one person I admire
The one person , who holds the key
That lock , closing my soul
This ticking clock , and this changing weather
Makes me think that the lie is "forever"