I look at the empty file,
and I see things written there thoughts that have
been in exile,
things that were in denial, they have come for
retrial,
thought's that have risen up 'cause of the odor
coming from that perfume vial,
I get the phone and start to dial,
the tone of your voice is so beautiful and
melodious,
I feel like hot steam just filled the whole
house,
it get motions moving which nothing else could
arouse,
I try to talk, but i'm as quiet as a mouse,
I try to whisper but nothing comes out,
I just hang-up and i suddenly shout,
all the things I'd've said to you if I could've,
with out a doubt..
and I see things written there thoughts that have
been in exile,
things that were in denial, they have come for
retrial,
thought's that have risen up 'cause of the odor
coming from that perfume vial,
I get the phone and start to dial,
the tone of your voice is so beautiful and
melodious,
I feel like hot steam just filled the whole
house,
it get motions moving which nothing else could
arouse,
I try to talk, but i'm as quiet as a mouse,
I try to whisper but nothing comes out,
I just hang-up and i suddenly shout,
all the things I'd've said to you if I could've,
with out a doubt..
Vastaukset
Vanhimmat
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