In the witching hour each night
I feel I'm not alone
It's not a case of fear or fright
But I'm shivering down to my bone
...
Standing high
Letting the mist cloud my body
Thinking back
Good times
...
I walk along the deserted highway
A princess amongst the famined ruins of the world
Not wanting to be a part of what mankind hath ruined
They have had two thousand years to repent
...
Is there something I do
That makes you want to believe I never existed?
I there something I say
That makes you forget my presence?
...
i am a self confident angel who cannot think of anything better to do than write my heart onto paper. and that's how i want it to be.)
London Town
Why do we see the suffering
On every face a frown
No place for the loving
Here in London Town