domingo, 12 de abril de 2009

You want to drink my soul'
Till your heart is full
What happens when it's full and it splashes?
You've built all these rooftops
And painted them all in blue
If all this set just burns up will you paint the ashes?
Do you really want to see?
Because I'll let you in
With me
You shiver when the wind blows
Through doors that lost their keys
There's too little to rescue, too little to hang on to
I thought that maybe we could try to
Clear and rebuild this haunted home
I'll be glad to help you just tell me what to do
Why don't you tell me what to do?
Maybe you're scared too
I've been here before
Next thing you'll see
You'll fell
So small
David Fonseca

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