Snow
She can't explain
That she can't give him something that doesn't exist
He can't confess
That it's not her fault, but the world is cruel
Then words…
Become snow touching lightly the skyscrapers
And make tears turn into crystal butterflies in the sky
In that far away dirty and hostile land
Loneliness is a knife
A rusty blame
At the jugular vein
Then words…
Become snow touching lightly the skyscrapers
And make tears turn into crystal butterflies in the sky
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