Being the first in the Irish Sea I got a message I can't read Another message I can't read ... I'm lost at sea Don't bother me I've lost my way I've lost my way
I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook A real live lover, could have been a book. I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I see houses Rows and rows Of red bricks I see black cars Some Blood-stained exit You got A feeling that you You've been In here before How many lives Will you waste How many tears Must you taste
On candystripe legs spiderman comes softly through the shadow of the evening sun stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead looking for the victim shivering in bed searching out fear in the gathering gloom and suddenly! ...
Казвам се Люба и снимките, които виждате са мои, за съжаление не и по-голямата част от текстовете. Всяка снимка обаче има своя текст и се радвам, когато го открия. :)