mort mot juste

novembro 19, 2007

hold on

blue eyes sadder than the ocean, god knows i'll miss
every word of hate that never meant a thing
how long until the strap gives?
you're dying and away from home
your poor attempt to repair the damage is me
human bodies are temporary, i know you'll be fine
wherever

trapped inside the coil the drops i cry are made of sea
did i bring you back to life? now you're a fish and you're free
anything that happens after you swim away
will just be breeze and i promise
i'll take the summer in.

[21/12/2005]

maria 5:51 PM 3 vociferando estavam



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