(claude s)
Many different meanings
Through the door, just when i
Thought there could be no more
Turn like a poet desperately,
Writing words to fill this distant
Need
Disintegration in my mind now,
Like an old book in my hand,
Turn the pages, read for hours,
It always comes to a close
All dreams must end, even
Though I try to defend
All dreams must die, even
Though I have these tears in
My eyestears in my eyes
Tears in my eyes