(no subject)

[star_rostixa]

I was expecting something pure
With a golden hair
Arms full of bracelets
And smoke in the air
And they talk
And they dance
Here comes darkness
Just afternoon
Waiting for a sign
If I survive I'll worship the moon
Or something
Anything
This must be it
Long for bliss
First it was so quiet
Now I know I'm not alone in here
(And they talked,
And they danced)