Waiting here, my life feels obsolete.Though not alone, every moment escapes me.It’s been so long since I’ve had much to see.But with you, I feel
Can you see me up here? Do you know that I’m near?I ensure that you live each day without fear. You insist you’re alone, that
You are the only one I’ve truly seen before.Memories and nightmares combine on your face.Fear is the message I am reading in your eyes.Fear as
C’est la fin de toute de nos mondes. Nous savions que la terre mourraient.Nous savions que nos âmes s’userions.Et aussi, nous sommes seules maintenaient. Nous
Ég hvísla vendlega, ekki ganga einu skrefi lengra.Ég hvísla vendlega, ekki vona að ég verði áfram.Segðu þessum orðum.Ég þora ekki of hátt, martröðin hafnar hljóðinu.
You were the waiting spirit, that called my trembling soul.I had a moment of clarity, and I went and said it all: “What is it