Percy Shaw
Pai-Fang
Emotion can't walls innocent words pencils conveyed needs stared withered the beautiful orchid
I like us made of lead believed our eyes would meet
The winter my gift to give
A faded picture to hold and
know you no more
A promise believed our eyes would meet
Watching you walk from page to page
(from page to page from screen to heart)
(Thanks to Lionel for these lyrics)
From Letras Mania