четверг, 01 августа 2019
helpI am holding your torch
I won't hold it no more
you can have it, take it, use it
I'm in your room
we've been here for weeks now
your windows are painted
with nothing real
I hear music, filtering through it all
I press my ear against the wall
before it gets dark
before it's all gone
I know I have to put yours down
the light is going dim
my torches, they are both fading
I'll need both my hands to hold my own
I need only one light
the light from one