sábado, 28 de marzo de 2009
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as his body once did
All five horizons revolved around his soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught him was everything
Ooh, I know he gave me all that he wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed Everything...
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I will be...yeah...
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why, why, why
Can't it be, can't it be mine
(We, we belong, we belong together, together, we, we belong, we belong together yeah...)
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. awn, ese tema *-*
ResponderEliminarme mata asdasdasd
(!)
Cuando vinieron en 2005 la gente deliró con esto. Como para no hacerlo.
ResponderEliminar"I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why, why, why
Can't it be, can't it be mine"
Tremendo.