Metal Azevedo
The Day We Are Clay
by eddie evans
If honest, can we still connect?
I taste battlefields in my mouth.
Honestly the truth keeps me at bay, why would anyone want of me this way?
Jocelyn Pook - Thousand Year Dream free for downloading
- Artist: Jocelyn Pook
- Song: Thousand Year Dream
- Music Genre: Pop
- Length: 03:21
- Filesize: 7.9MB
- Kbps: 320Kbps
- Date: 2020-12-03
- Who Added: Jacopo Marzi
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Comments
The Vasyl
love this love this .....
tiger7634
Percieved your reach can be, but this love of you and the truth of me.
Solitude is my kindest gift.
I am an oni that tastes war in human form.
I guess the valley, she wants this to be.
In the Bardo outside man's line, I was wrapped in ribbons and cast into time.
Raven Smith
Why haven't I heard this before? Beautiful. Thanks for posting it.
megaslayerXx
Does anyone know the lyrics for this song? I can't Understand it completely and can't find anywhere...
Paul O'Reilly
Celestial. Spiritual. Transcendantal. Full of love. It's a revelation to me. Discovered after searching for the Eyes Wide Shut soundtracks.
Thanks for posting.
Pedro Wiegmann
How can you want a body of mudd, not flesh and blood?
Though love is the only cradle to put a demon at bay, the beauty of it is we do connect.
We are cast of the same clay.
I am sure that we value the same sight.
Through leaveless limbs the wind does bend, caressing skin and leaving the rising chill inside.
Let it come down to the shared moons light and then the day we are clay.
El Forajido
Who knows what poem this is? Anyone able to name its author or lyrics, please do that.