Sent From The Heaven

Every time I look at you I should not care For what you want me to see See my ancient Vailed lands I pretend to dim them Every time I look at you why should I face What you want me To see See my ancient Vailed lands I pretend to dim them Sent from the heaven Read by the devil here! My intents never fade like prays of God Vaunt of time They measure loss Don't pretend to know what I can see Every night I dream of you I should respect The fate of the moon I see my ancient Vailed lands I pretend to dim them Every week I think of you I crease summer days In the late side of June I see my ancient Vailed lands I pretend to dim them Sent from the heaven Read by the devil here My intents never fade like prays of God Vaunt of time They measure loss Don't pretend to know what I can see Don't pretend to sense how I can live Sent from the heaven Read by the devil here My intents never fade like prays of God Vaunt of time They measure loss