I'm Afraid To Be On This Shore

If I Told You The Whole Story It Would Never End...what's Happened To Me Has Happened To A Thousand Woman.

In Our Eyes The Roads Are Endless. Two Are Crossroads Of The Shadow.

The Snow Is Falling On The Deserted Field Of My Life, And My Hopes, Which Roam Far, Are Afraid Of Becoming Frozen Or Lost.

Even Money, Which Shines So Much, Spits Sometimes.

I Put My Head Out Of My Window And See How Much The Wind’s Knife Wants To Slice It Off. On This Unseen Guillotine, I’ve Placed The Eyeless Head Of All My Desires.