Last Travel

27.01.2007

An eye on your heart
A hand on your lips
A song...

A song for the last travel
Some words upon your skin
Some screams rocked in head

But always...
Always love.

Don't tell...
Don't tell me you love me.

Some tears on papers
An eye behind shoulders
A fear in my arms
Oh, why all that wars?

A song...

A song for last travel
And words for some looks
Love is always suffering
For notes badly granted

But always...
Always this love...

Don't tell...
Don't tell me you love me.

Cause my tears push me too close to your heart.