lunes, 27 de enero de 2014



Say Her Name
Stella Ambrosi/Elizabeth Waite

She’s brushing
Her hair in bed

What could she
Want from you?

What could she
Want from me?

What she’s waiting
For is broken

Shattered in
Her hands

We try
To fix ourselves

In authenticity
Lies belief

I told you
Don’t be frightened
If I say her name
If I breathe these lies

Leave when
I close me eyes

Wait until
I’ve woken

And now I
Ask myself

Where have
You gone?

Strange sensation
Invades me

Anxiety leads
Me here

I told you
Don’t be frightened
If I say her name
If I breathe these lies

I told you
Don’t be frightened
If I say her name