stand still and quiet
for where do we meet
for my own agony
is someone else blasphemy
in their eyes
dead souls lie
all they want is a little love
not some roses and white gloves
talking genuine devotion
somewhere safe to feel their emotion
poetry that speaks to you
stand still and quiet
for where do we meet
for my own agony
is someone else blasphemy
in their eyes
dead souls lie
all they want is a little love
not some roses and white gloves
talking genuine devotion
somewhere safe to feel their emotion