Вершы: The Postmarks. The End Of The Story.

Folded my arm through
the elbow of yours
but i can't feel you there anymore
i am dancing with your shadow
you have turned into a ghost

though you are so close beside
i feel space empty and wide

you turned me round in a circle
made me dizzy and let me fall
i no longer recognize you
i want to leave this masquerade ball

what lies behind your smile
i once believed in foolishly
now i look up into your eyes
but all i see is the sky