Now it’s dark, you have my heart frozen on your empty face / Maybe soon my luck will change and love will find a resting place / I water flowers in the rain, I dance beneath your silver flames / I’m crippled by the sound of love beating in my lonely frame / This lonely […]

— · — — · — — · — Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! (Pleines & Liebold, poem by Edgar Allan Poe)

What if I’m wrong, what if I’ve lied / What if I’ve dragged you here to my own dark night / And what if I know, what if I see / What if I’m wrong, what if I’ve lied / What if I’ve dragged you here to my own dark night / And what if […]