"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Ripasso del giorno prima

I am a man who walks alone
And when Im walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park

When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when its dark

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that someones always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someones allways there

Have you run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When youre searching for the light?
Sometimes when youre scared to take a look
At the corner of the room
Youve sensed that somethings watching you

Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no ones there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because youre sure theres someone there

Watching horror films the night before
Debating wiches and folklore
The unkown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that someones always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someones allways there

When Im walking a dark road
I am a man who walkes alone

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  • brianzolitudine
    Posted at 18:40h, 03 December Reply

    Chi l’avrebbe detto che ti piacessero gli Iron!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 10:12h, 04 December Reply

    Non sono il mio gruppo preferito (ammesso che ne abbia uno), ma mi piacciono molto *___^

    E ieri sera sono stati davvero grandi.

  • brianzolitudine
    Posted at 10:35h, 04 December Reply

    We! Sono un vecchietto, ma i Red Hot me gustano assai! :)

    Mi riconosco tuttavia molto molto di più nel sulfureo e tenebroso Keith, degnamente armato di telecaster e siringa.

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 11:03h, 04 December Reply

    Oh beh, Keith è Keith.

    “Everyone talks about rock these days; the problem is they forget about the roll.”

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