It seems like every story told about us. Isn't meant to be. We fly on wings of gold all the way back home to me. . But what I'm thinking of just this time.
Je traîne mes alles. Les yeux fermes. Laissant mes plumes. Aux âmes désavouées. Je brise les coeurs. Et les questions. Tout en douceur. Sous la forme et le fond.
Lady? Yes, Bird?. It's cold, I know. Bird, I cannot see a thing. It's all in your mind. . I'm worried. No one will come to see us. Maybe they come but we just don't see them.