Good Present For A Goth

Daniel Boucher - The Poet Of Grey Weather



Y saw you in your face from under
saw you there, naked, until the retina
Y saw you in the picture in your
saw you there, naked to the bottom of most of sub
Until landscape
The postcard, mountains, sky blue
Up the back, to the message
Not too touristy, more mobile, more squatters

This little man is going his way alone
head bowed but proud
Proud to go upwind bad
Proud to love even in hell
Proud luiFier of toe

Y also wants to know your background
C'que you saw, did you know c'que, c'que're able to say Y
not want to know your faisage If you
runner, if you ring, if you're able to smile
For him, it's more blackmail
The melody, the sound of breathing
The sound of the background, the great journey that He has
never finished end

Bonhomme Street, snowman Bonhomme who sees nothing
clear
dauber parchment
Researcher light
Yeah
day poet Gray

Y it would see nothing
Like everyone else, not
worry like everyone else, know toutte
Worse toutte know
Speaking without saying, too bad looking without seeing
Y loves the world, but is alone in the world
Y wets his desert

This little lonely man who goes his own way
head bowed but proud
Proud to go upwind bad
Proud to love even in hell
Proud of toe luiFier also
Bonhomme Street, snowman Bonhomme nothing
who sees clearly
dauber parcheminChercheur light
Yeah
day poet Gray

Casually, it's the tune that I

best described as a person.