It is that hour when Everything turns simple. Silhouettes and shadows. You find yourself Taken like a child Up to her bed On Christmas Eve, Or like a chess piece taken After a stupid move. Some faceless master Lifts you from the board Of the earth. The board folds
Resurrection
Resurrection
Resurrection
It is that hour when Everything turns simple. Silhouettes and shadows. You find yourself Taken like a child Up to her bed On Christmas Eve, Or like a chess piece taken After a stupid move. Some faceless master Lifts you from the board Of the earth. The board folds