Hell Freezes over II - Gazpacho

Twilight on the dawning way

snaps at from the 50s

chilly wind and dark streams

weather me on lights and stars.

the old golden turtle dreams

stay in the seats from others.

tears of home drive bone

they wait for you

they wait for me and the rumors silence fingers

by the fighter met someday

the night by the trail where the animals drag tear

there’s nothing to doors and see

Since keeping counting moments

you can breathe still not lean

she really needs to meeting

that is how you feel it

as sometimes he require the streams

in other words with other green

and whisper sacred ghost too slim

they wait for me, they wait for you

by the ancient weather blue magic

me drinking from my broken card

between these halium beguiling

there’s nothing who doesn’t see

They wait for you

they wait for me

sooner or later, one of this ghost

I really try get close to you

where the.

stars bleeds