The sun is losing it's light right next to this puddle of mudd.
It's getting cold, but the night shines bright.
But time is the worst enemy, knowing not even grace.
And I wonder, how much time does it take to bleed out?
While I'm running this thousand miles.
And I wonder, when the puls of the time will stop.
And our heartbeats will guide us through the dark.
Maxi Gemmerich, June 2010
It's getting cold, but the night shines bright.
But time is the worst enemy, knowing not even grace.
And I wonder, how much time does it take to bleed out?
While I'm running this thousand miles.
And I wonder, when the puls of the time will stop.
And our heartbeats will guide us through the dark.
Maxi Gemmerich, June 2010
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