Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this. You're gone, sleeping in the dust.
We will not let time erase us. We are surrounded by all of the quiet sleepers inside the quiet earth.
A fear that I cannot shape - you dared to kiss the face of the night.

Our lips were cold as clay, we couldn't speak anyway.
Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls.
We, we are alone, I know you're gone.




Cuanto ya? 3 Años. Dios, muchísimo. Cuando crecí ?!?! DIOS.