On a sad, sad winterish night i miss the 50's... The warmth of that shimmering light, i never knew. The cold sight of a silence i could've never heard.... Warming a calm, deep place, that lies outside me. How can it be? Why to this time? Why me? Why all this ressonating inside? Let me be... Oh please, let me be... Wandering memories that crave into my chest, filling dark unfulfilled holes, eternal in me, haunting my every shiver, flooding hole my eyes. I cannot think of a better place to be than there, that time to live... long gone and only a wish to feel. Not know, only then, could i ever think of a happy place to be. Right now, not here. Only there, away from me.
All is brown, sepia to more correct you see? Brown as sugar, sweet as it can seem. Only a far-away wish, impossible to be. That time, long gone into the past... could you return? To me?
