I hear them
screaming...
There she sits
alone...
Each falling petal
each one showing a lost love...
A knife i hold in my hand
my eyes never leaving it...
You threw my love away
trampled all over my heart...
One night
a girl and a boy...
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun. |
And daddy tells me, that even angels fall, sometimes when its quiet, i can hear them call |
Sometimes late at night, i hear screaming outside my window |