A Diary of Dreams...

There's really so many things to say about this song and the video, but I lack the words. It's all a haze in my head... Provehito in altum. Per aspera at astra.

Isn't it sad how memories die, How they turn to ash and wither away? Isn't it sad how we walk away, How we turn and walk away? Isn't it sad how without regret we burn The bridges that kept us from burning? Isn't it sad how somehow we lose track, How we go on and never look back? Isn't it sad that you die not by the hand Of your enemy, But by the hand Of your friend? My midnight sun to warm me, That's all I want right now. 16.02.2011 Replica