Simple ThingsI feel how my Angel walks with me,
creating fog that slowly surrounds my surroundings...
Have the little urge to touch that Angel.
Her white, soft... fragile skin,
wearing sweet, tasteful perfume,
driving me lightly insane.
I might love her.
I might even hate her.
Miss her, being not real
or she is real, but I just have no right to reach out my hand,
so I could satisfy my need to hold somebody in my embrace.
Our minds are for simple things...
I can't even catch her with my hazy eyes,
afraid that she might see my look, so needy.
It is so hard and that's why -
Things are not of mind to simplify
and all I can do is imagine her to grin.
That innocent, toothpaste commercial smile.
I'm nothing but full of sadness
and she really doesn't mind...
if in a moment I just disappear into the darkness.
Nothing but Bible-black fool,
who's trying to walk on... carry on,
on this jumpy ground.
No living creature is with me on this deserted road,
once belonged to God,
now to emptiness in our hearts and so