Dying Art

Your childhood dreams are lost, Destroying what you love. Your angel's prayers are no longer coming from Above. The drinking you can feel, The internal fuse is dead. The voices in your mind alone slowly drive you Mad. Can you imagine this fine morning With vivils flowers scattered a couch? And all the streets are silent running. It's only a sign of a wild divide. Do you remember when the rain was pouring down For seven days and seven nights and you feel Alone? Look over there again, the cross against The wall. The eternal heart is better fighting out Its matchable. Can you imagine this fine morning with Vivils flowers scattered on a Couch? And all the streets are silent running. It's only a sign of a wild divide. Can you imagine this fine morning With vivils flowers scattered on a Couch? And all the streets are silent running. It's only sign of a wild divide. Can you imagine this fine morning With vivils flowers scattered on a Couch? And all the streets are silent running. It's only a sign of a wild Divide. It's only a sign. It's only a sign. It's Only A sign.