Memory extends its empire, holds the frame
but blurs the line... some other time invades the sense,
a moment caught and lost, second sight.
Suddenly I feel you near me worlds away and close as this;
one stolen kiss upon my lips and
the moment slips away in mid-flight.
So many years ago, and now it's hard to recall
just what you meant to me... still I wait, I'm patient,
for the memory comes to me eventually.
Here you are, and though you may soon be gone
somehow the song still burns as bright:
I felt it happen here tonight -
here, in the empire of delight.
Dream and ghost the world around me,
you seem as real as ever you were...
but in a blur your breath on my cheek
has gone, and the evening come into night.
So many years ago, and now it's hard to recall
quite what you meant to me; still I wait, impatient,
though the memory comes to me eventually.
Here I am, forever caught up in this mystery
and then, that moment when the fire ignites -
I felt it happen here tonight,
here, in the empire of delight.
Atskirkim faktus nuo vaizduotes. Faktas#1: svetaines atmosfera itempta. Faktas#2: lankosi daugiamete neapykanta man jauciantys zmones. Vaizduote#1: vieni nariai susimoke su kitais. Vaizduote#2: esu sekamas Vaizduote#3: laukiama mano mirties. Kas tiesa
Jei netikrumas yra geriausia ne kaltinti liga, valdzia ar ateivius visokius. Tad Einarai: ar esi pries mane susimokes; ar mane seki; ar pabrezdamas lauki mano mirties. Trys klausimai estafete. Jei bus lengviau bendraut man po to su musico nariais.
Einarai+4Blackberry, esme ne skaiciukuose, bet esme kad liga man sako jog daug gaidziu susimoke, gaidziai stebi gaidindamiesi, daug gaidziu mirties nori. Taigi toks vat nesaugumo jausmas ir itarinejimai del to. Kaip cia yra?