ulver
she was born in 1989
in a hidden corner
by the white sea
eyes wide closed
a stolen object
of wanton desire
sweet nothings in her ear
a little red rose
running with the wolves
it's our secret
two of hearts
racing through the night
crossing the love
one inside another
in the trunk of a car
eyes wide open
of desire
face down
under the influence
love is a kind of crime
a broken promise
it burns like hell
when things come crashing down
a smoking gun
a story within a story
it's such a crying shame