as the sun was set and the pieces of light touch your hair perfect love come softly with the dawn, the dawn city once full of people desolate, is desolate we look back in to the ruins where we played at least we were together holding hands flying through the sky at least we were together holding hands flying through the sky sky touch your hand you touch the back of my hand so many empty nights just waiting for this, for this standing there all heading downsteam unsteady island we hear nothing... read more
