Glass
Annie-Dog
Cold fingers run on my skin
This is the cold I feel within
A blowing voice speaks in my ear
I hear nothing but hidden sighs
And on my eyes I feel your lips
Trying to bring me back to life
Forests of glass grow in my dreams
Unreal forms dance in the stream
My feet are crushing the heavy grass
And wind is blowing on the clouds
To bring sunshine back in my life
Your bleeding heart lies now on mine
And tears have erased all my scars
A trembling hand on my soft cheek
To wake me up from a night's dream
And bring me back to real life
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