leave me in despair These walls are closing, I'm left with no air The scent of your skin was the last breath I bared Staring at this empty glass reflects images
or Elvis or Lenin or Marx Or Marilyn Monroe Cause it's mostly illusion In flesh and bone An image, a look, a song or a book That we all claim for our
Not Einstein or Elvis or Lenin or Marx Or Marilyn Monroe Cause it's mostly illusion In flesh and bone An image, a look, a song or a book That we all
