Liryka 43/Po Angielsku 6

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Dark night
The darkest there was
Red lips
Shining somehow with lip gloss

They're moving
As if there was something she said
Maybe she said something
Maybe I'm just going mad

I stand still
Not a single move is made
She kisses me
My mind is starting to fade

I can't see
With my eyes open wide
I close them
And see what she tried to hide

As I lose my senses
I begin to understand
Image sequences
Feeling her body with my hand

She stops
I try to regain control
It's quiet
I hear a distant call

Looking around
Her lips are now gone
Seeing nothing
I feel so very alone