Monalisa from NoRey by NoRey

Your picture started talking to my eyes.
And the moon she was laughing
When she knew that fools will be fools.
And a stone doesn't warm up nor get soft
On it's own.

I got up to see what was out there
And I could hear her laughter,
which sounded like death bells,
in the summer.
The apparition of her ghost, white dust of clarity.
She closed the door, and smiling she said we are here.
And laughing, she said we are here.

If it's just me,
Let this thunder strike my heart and die right here.
But if it's true it's you baby,
Come here.

She tripped on my shoes, and she tripped on her heels.
And the moon started to get smaller
when she heard that the telephone was bleeding.
And she was crying.
And the world started to get smaller in a day.
Her cheeks got red,
The blood was flowing,
And the sweat dripping down her back was a reminder,
That fools will be fools.
A stone doesn't warm up nor get soft
On it's own.

Smiling she said we are here.
And laughing, she said we are here.

If it's just me,
Let this thunder strike my heart and die right here.
But if it's true it's you honey,
Come here.

• Ambient
• Experimental
• Folk
• Reggae
• Rock
• World
• Gabriola