Jan

Fling that watch away, you always look too much fallen like a snowflake, dont go and stand alone, rage against the rush, cry under winter's dome, nothing's more to say. make this brief time flash, before they drive him away, he'll find his life boned, in a cold second stretch. all those summer's gone, they know about your state, the sky's a common touch, it offers a kindly face, he leaves without a stone, your house is nothing plush, books and music do console, the pain is nothing such.