I'm not crazy. My reality is just different than yours.

Po glavi mi se vrtilo mali milijun tema doslovce od čokoladnog mlijeka do nekro prostitucije i kokainskih ovisnosti i onda sam je sasvim slučajno čula i sad ne izlazi iz glave... nekada se inspiracija dogodi na najblesavije, najneočekivanije i najčudnije načine stoga se moram i sama zapitati "Is this to end or just begin?"

Should I fall out of love my fire in the light
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end

For many hours and days that pass ever soon
the tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?

All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you
All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you now

The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
One voice is clear above the din
Proud Aryan, one word, my will to sustain
For me, the cloth once more to spin

All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you
All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you now

Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
his is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire all the warmth we can find
He is a feather in the wind

All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you now
All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you now

sometime, sometime, sometime, sometime .. ooh
hey hey hey.. hey hey heey
ooh yeah

All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you
All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you now

i get a little bit lonely,
just a little, just a little, just a little bit lonley, just a little bit lonley