WAKING their eyes all on me vanish one by one meantime I disappear to them this is how the great works get written as if it were dawn and each of us the other's night as if none noticed enough the fading so quick it is impossible not to be sad
WAKING their eyes all on me vanish one by one meantime I disappear to them this is how the great works get written as if it were dawn and each of us the other's night as if none noticed enough the fading so quick it is impossible not to be sad