Daphne Guinness
Fatal Flaw
Love is a sort of madnessI can imagine huffingI have no artIn other lives, in other livesMartyrs groanBut I will not sighAll the universe melts awayI will not sighI will not sighYour soul is soundYour soul is soundYour fatal flawYour fatal flawYour fatal flawYour fatal flawYour imaginationNo imaginationLove is a sort of deadly night shadeIt makes your eyes bright, enticifiedSound shifts in timeLove divine, love divineLetras de cancionesWarp speed, lighteningLove, gone with the starsAll hallucinationYour fatal flawYour fatal flawYour fatal flawYour fatal flawYour imaginationNo imaginationLove is forgivenessLove is forgivenessLove is forgivenessLove is forgivenessLove is forgivenessLove is forgivenessLove is forgivenessLove is forgivenessIn the end, in the endIn the end, in the endIn the end, in the endIn the end, in the endIn the end, in the end
From Letras Mania