quarta-feira, 8 de abril de 2009
One Of Those Letters In The Drawer
Baby, I was confused too much to see your face
You weren't there but baby, I was so high
Baby, I think both of us were in the wrong place
Far from what they're used to call the sky
And you can come, you go wherever you want to
I wanted to be blind, I wanted to be just like you
A walking mess, locked in distress
Living just to see the arrows passing through
And if I need to know
I have enough room for me to grow
And if I need to see
Change the locks, they'll break your keys
And if I need to cry
I'll take the tears that you insist to hide
If I need the shower
I'll choose one of those letters in the drawer
Baby, will you be at your home at saturday night?
Cause I think I left the door open again
Baby, have you been locking the windows to hide?
Maybe I was there holding their hands
You can go and come back once and once more
I said I have doubts of everything you call love
Killing infatuation, murdering situation
Don't wanna read your suicide letter anymore
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