The darkness of the night is called,
it's crawling in and swallows up the ligth.
Sitting on a chair in a house of love,
i'm thinking up the divergent of life.
My mind runs daft, i can't explain
and on my face, there's a only tear.
outside the cloud starts to rain,
and in myself there's a crawling fear.
On my skin i feel a little waft,
the wind of the dying soul inside.
It's seems like an old but nasty draft,
cause it was more then onec i cryed.
Tobias Braun
it's crawling in and swallows up the ligth.
Sitting on a chair in a house of love,
i'm thinking up the divergent of life.
My mind runs daft, i can't explain
and on my face, there's a only tear.
outside the cloud starts to rain,
and in myself there's a crawling fear.
On my skin i feel a little waft,
the wind of the dying soul inside.
It's seems like an old but nasty draft,
cause it was more then onec i cryed.
Tobias Braun