what heals our snowblind weary eyes
when all stars are slain by fiery skies
and every word upon your spiraling cross
is but a misled sun, a bitter loss
inject us out of here
all i asked for was a little love
but from my hands flew the maiden dove
while clouds like cotton snowwhite sheep
still calm beside their shepherd sleep
inject us out of here
1 | Gaia |
2 | Best Friend Money can Buy |
3 | Do you dream of me? |
4 | A Deeper Kind of Slumber |
5 | As long as you are mine |
6 | Clouds |
7 | The sleeping beauty |
8 | Brighter than the sun |
9 | Meliae |
10 | The Pentagram |