Here, I can hear a pin drop, silence is my
He was named nineteenhundred “td“
in the ship`s belly lies
A glassy heart is crying
and for all the dreams
In this illusive game
latent worlds are waiting just for
Through this old skylight our eyes are open wide
the
Downstream the river
the boat is moving on
passing fields
The night is drawing on but all the strain not
Time stands still in canterville
for ages this curse lays
When a gentle girl can win
prayer from out the
As sure as fate
as all draws to a close
The dew-drop of dawn
are glaring in morningly light
the
