Sum nafnlaus. Kannski slæm. Vögguvísur, ástarsorg eða pirringur? Strike a comment ladies. ? Blissering cold tingeling bitterness bursting through the still air darkness crawling silently bringing us to rest whiping out the moments unfair. Slowly the heart closes the sore, but pain remains in the quiet cry, the love may continue but still so tore, and the final moments finally run by. – Baby Sue The moon is here baby Sue, can you hear how it whispers, the night is here baby boo, to wrap you...