Fullmoon. ~: He tastes like you. Only, sweeter.

He tastes like you. Only, sweeter.
Mi piacerebbe poter trovare qualcuno a cui dedicarla.
E' sempre nuvoloso.
Ci vorrebbe il vento.

Fullmoon, Sonata Arctica;

Sitting on a corner all alone,
staring from the bottom of his soul,
watching the night come in from the window

It'll all collapse tonight, the fullmoon is here again
In sickness and in health, understanding so demanding
It has no name, there's one for every season
Makes him insane to know

Running away from it all
"I'll be safe in the cornfields", he thinks
Hunted by his own,
again he feels the moon rising on the sky

Find a barn which to sleep in, but can he hide anymore
Someones at the door, understanding too demanding
Can this be wrong, it's love that is not ending
Makes him insane again

She should not lock the open door
(run away run away, run way)
Fullmoon is on the sky and He's not a man anymore
She sees the change in Him but can't
(run away run away, run away)
See what became out of her man...

domenica 22 maggio 2011

He tastes like you. Only, sweeter.

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