lunes, 9 de febrero de 2009



Broken she, has her arms twisted, is pointing at me, i´ll stand, bue i ain´t coming, over as she, she spoke with a voice, that struck at the sky, she said "come on over, bittersweet i´ll wrap you in my arms"; and she said "let me sing, let me sing"...






You got a whole lot left to say now, you knocked all your wind out, you just tried too hard and you froze, i know, i know, what to say, what to say; Just take the fall your one off us, the spotlight is on, oh the spotlight is on... You know one thing you´re fighting to hold, will be the one thing ou´ve have got to let go, and when you feel the wall cannot be burned, you´re gotta die to tray what can´t be done, gotta stay out but you dont care, now is there nothing like inside of you anywhere......


When the thorn bush turns white that´s when i´ll come home, i am going out to see what i can slow, an d i don´t know where i´ll go, and i don´t know what i´ll see, bue i´ll try not to bring it back home with me, like the morning sun your eyes will follow me, as you watch me wander, curse the powers that be, cause all i want is here and now, bue its already been and gone, our intentions always last to bit too long....aaaaaaa, aaaaaaa,aaaaa; Far far away, no voices sounding, no one around me, and you´re still there; far far away no choices passing, no time confounds me and you are still there; in the sull moons light i listen to the stream, and in between the silence hear you calling me, but i don´t know where i am and i don´t trust who i´ve been and if i come home how will i ever leave? aaaa, aaaa, aaaa...


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