Leafer
Angry Jim
I don't share my feelings with the cloudsThe waterfalls they don't cry at allI feel alone with you always in my bloodRight here at home your peach skin, your clear eyesI do know you, your fingers on my chessI don't want you, but your hands know the bestI don't belong to, a grey sea of islandsFlocks of dead birds clear the sky of it's bluesI feel at home with you always in my bloodI feel the wind of your eyes, of your skinI don't share my feelings with the cloudsThe waterfalls they don't cry at allI don't throw my skin on the groundWhen I get back home dressed up all in red
From Letras Mania