September 2011
“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”
—Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via theevildead-)
Listen
BBM - Where In The World
Maybe the sun will keep on shining
Maybe the stars fall from the skies
Where there’s a river flowing There is no way of knowing Where it goes, no one knows.
Maybe the rain will go on falling
Maybe the rain mountains touch the skies
Where there’s a cold wind blowing
There is no way of knowing; where it goes, no one knows.
Living alone in the city
All of our dreams left behind
In every life there are seasons of laughter and sorrow.
Where in the world did our love go?
Where did our dreams choose to hide?
Where in the world did our love go?
When did our dreams say goodbye?
Living alone in the city
All of our dreams left behind
In every life there are seasons of laughter and sorrow.
Where in the world did our love go?
Where did our dreams choose to hide?
Where in the world did our love go?
When did our dreams say goodbye?
Where in the world
Where in the world
Where in the world did our love go?
