sábado, 22 de agosto de 2009

Afinal, onde mora o 'feeling'?

i have a plan for tonight
two hours and all the things turn cool
forget about the old weeks
we are more strong to gonna be sick

but not so simple
you got to take the feeling
so, from which place
oh my head, oh i have
to see behind my postcard
to prey your bulk grey
and not feel to fade

pretend not to fall into the scene
pretend not to lose the floor of this room
cause i know, i see you hours ago
bones turning dust, rebuild it just

while we play with reality
the night parting with pride
brown eyes, lies to the shine
go down baby, you can do it better
don't see that place meeting?
its where, the place feeling.

Um comentário:

mark disse...

i gotta feeeeling