Saturday, March 03, 2007



Dearly Departed

Sweetheart
How I miss your heart
Beating next to mine

The right words
Were always hard to find
When all our time was fine
When darling you were mine, all mine

And I know, I know you had no choice
But I how I miss your voice
Singing right with mine

Flesh of my flesh
Soul of my soul
I come back home

All this darkness, cannot hurt us
Cause they made you from the light
Here on birthplace, don't be nervous
You will make it through, this night

Sweetheart
How I miss your heart
Beating next to mine

Flesh of my flesh
Soul of my soul
I come back home

3 comments:

Maria said...

Hvor er det smukt...og trist...går under huden...

Angelsiiighs said...

mmm...
Kærligheden går altid under huden..
Når vi har den, og når vi mister den... om det er en mistet person, en lengsel til hvor vi hører hjemme aka Fanø/Istanbul :) eller noget vi har kært som feks et hus...
åhhh disse længsler...
åhhh disse savn...
Ha en riktig fin Søndag Maria :)
Imorgen reiser jeg til min Fanø aka Istanbul ;)

Maria said...

Ha' en fantastisk tur ! :-)