I want my tears back!
The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey. Wildflowers, those meadows, of heaven, wind in the wheat.
A railroad across water, the scent of grandfatherly love. Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly's wings.
Where is the wonder? Where's the awe? Where's dear Alice knocking on the door? Where's the trapdoor that takes me there. Where the real is shattered by a Mad Marsh Hare?
Where is the wonder? Where's the awe? Where are sleepless nights I used to live for? Before the years take me. I wish to see the lost in me.
I want my tears back.
I want my tears back now!
A ballet ,on a grove, still growing young all alone. A rag doll, a best friend, the voice of Mary Costa.
Where is the wonder? Where's the awe? Where's dear Alice knocking on the door? Where's the trapdoor that takes me there. Where the real is shattered by a Mad Marsh Hare?
Where is the wonder? Where's the awe? Where are sleepless nights I used to live for? Before the years take me. I wish to see the lost in me.
Where is the wonder? Where's the awe? Where are sleepless nights I used to live for? Before the years take me. I wish to see the lost in me.
I want my tears back.
I want my tears back now!
Where is the wonder? Where's the awe? Where are sleepless nights I used to live for? Before the years take me. I wish to see the lost in me.
Where is the wonder? Where's the awe? Where are sleepless nights I used to live for? Before the years take me. I wish to see the lost in me.
I want my tears back.
I want my tears back now!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Nightwish: Imaginaerum
Non-FictionOtro album de esta magnífica banda llamada Nightwish. Os dejaré las letras y los videoclips de las canciones de esta banda.
