Listless - 1999


A blanket of dark, joyful embark,
a lovers lark and still we try.

I pray you will find A sweet piece of mind,
Do not look behind Or else you may cry.

From ashes and dust In fate we trust
Go on we must But ask ourselves "why".

A hand in a glove, We all wish for love...
As if from above A gift from on high.

My thoughts with you That bond through and through
Hopes you renew On your pillow to lie.