I dreamed about you, baby. 
It was just the other night. 
Most of you was naked, 
Ah, but some of you was light. 
The sands of time were falling 
from your fingers and your thumb, 
and you were waiting 
for the miracle, for the miracle to come. 

— Leonard Cohen

(via: the-transcendental) 

Posted on February 12th at 2:21 AM
Reblogged from: the-accidental-transcendental
Originally posted by: applecocaine