A compass without direction
Mapping an illusion of hope
There's no sign in my reflection
As to when we two must elope
.
Passing through wide streams of moonlight
While hoping for a change of plan
Should I be evading sunlight
When everything sums up to none
172 - Elope
A compass without direction
Mapping an illusion of hope
There's no sign in my reflection
As to when we two must elope
.
Passing through wide streams of moonlight
While hoping for a change of plan
Should I be evading sunlight
When everything sums up to none