sábado, 24 de maio de 2008
Sobre hoje
Today you were far away
and I didn't ask you why
What could I say?
I was far away
You just walked away
and I just watched you
What could I say?
How close am I to losing you?
Tonight you just close your eyes
and I just watch you
slip away
How close am I to losing you?
Hey, are you awake?
Yeah I'm right here
Well can I ask you about today?
How close am I to losing you?
How close am I to losing?
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You’re cussing a stone in a cocktail dress your mother wore when she was young;
red sun saint around your neck; a wet martini in a paper cup;
you’re a wasp nest, you’re a wasp nest.
Your eyes are broken bottles
and I’m afraid to ask
and all your wrath and cutting beauty
you’re posion in the pretty glass
you’re a wasp nest, you’re a wasp nest.
ARRUAceiro, xô daqui.
o bigode farfalhudo do homem que era quinta feira tem virtudes que os pelitos do queixo do Ente Lectual nunca em vida virão a ter.
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