The sun, the beach and a spanish gitarr.
Cold drinks and laughing peolpe.
What more could my existans need?
A welvet touch from you yentle hand.
Just an illution.
The dreams of dreams.
Sunset romances, young hands confirming feelings of love.
The horisont skimmer in pink and purple.
A last kiss, and i dance a away......
Sandman....
Darker than blue,
Brighter than black.
Whispers from the past.
Memorys of how things was ment to be.
But the purple got me now,
In a garden of steel.
Sandman...
The path was not crouded,
It never was.
He walked alone.
He wanted to see, reach out for the light.
But there was no light.
Only darness on a lonley road.
A dark cold road.
Shoes whit memory of a thousens of miles.
The eternal walk had to go on.
Just had to......
Sandman...
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