"Through the Looking Glass". That poem, "The Walrus and the Carpenter" |
They say I got this disease called Love
My body shivers and I can't go on...
He looks at me
With those hazel eyes...
Where were you those cold winter nights
Where were you when my heart was so tight...
I walk through the sultry hollow
In the city of kings...
I believe in the bittersweet taste
Of the lies you fed me, day after day...
These melting clocks and Mona Lisa smiles
Mixed up in the squares of Picasso’s lies...
I am the daughter of God
the wings of an angel...
I walk through the sultry hollow
In the city of kings...
Dear Lord
I thank thee...
Life is all about sacrifices, because you can never get something from nothing. |
Life is an illusion of dreams. Death is when you finally wake up. |