''It's not the same without you up here | |
Can't find my wheels | |
Your absence is what breeds this fear | |
Warm breath and all it steals | |
You can't know how it feels to be in here | |
All the dark horse fields, befriendin' me | |
Playin' ain't the same without you here | |
We've come to hate the golden rule | |
Cannot seem to make the dots connect | |
The morning light don't show you near | |
You can't know what it's like to bleed from here | |
The blackened world grows white, it goes nowhere | |
Death ain't the same without you, dear | |
I make the others run and hide | |
(...) streets seem to make it worse | |
All this noise inside the quiet | |
I can't hold on, the weight you bear | |
My body's broken fast, please lift me up | |
You can't know what it's like to be inside | |
The fading melodies can't beat my need | |
I'm not the same without you here | |
How can i quit to be there | |
Sit and stare | |
Stare... | |
Begging for a prayer.'' |
''Todas as horas ferem, até que a última põe um fim...''
segunda-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2009
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