"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, there is a rapture on the lonely shore, there is society, where none intrudes. By the deep sea, and music in it's roar; I love not man the less, but Nature more" -Lord Byron (Childe Harold's Pilgrimage)-
Jumat, 19 November 2010
le'etat c'est moi
Senin, 25 Oktober 2010
moon over my obscure little town
Stranger
Stranger
Someone stranger
Standing in a mirror
I can’t believe what I see
How much love has been taken away from me
My heart cries out loud
Everytime I feel lonely in the crowd
Getting you out of my mind
Like separating the wind from the cloud
Afraid
Afraid
I’m so afraid
of losing someone I never have
Crazy, oh crazy
Finding reasons for my jealousy
All I can remember
When you left me alone
Under the moon over my obscure little town
As long as I can remember
Love has turned to be as cold as December
The moon over my obscure little town
The moon over my obscure little town