Δευτέρα, 22 Μαρτίου 2010

I put no one else above us



You tried to taste me
And I taped my tounge the southern tip of your body
Our bones are too heavy to came up
Squished into a single ceel of wood

Oooooooh .... Oooooooooh

And I made an excuse
You found another way to tell the truth
I put no one else above us
We'll stil be best friends when all turn to dust

Oooooooh .... da-da-da-da-da

Dum du-dum du-dum du-dum du-du-dum

da-da-da-da-da

We are so smooth now
Our edges are beaten drift wood widdled down
Old bodies slip when they make love
We'll mine our sparks to shout us above

2 σχόλια:

b|a|s|n\i/a είπε...

όποιος και να είναι ο τρόπος αυτό που μένει στο τέλος είναι η ίδια η αλήθεια.
τι όμορφος ήχος! καλησπέρα σου!

do you read me? είπε...

καλησπέρα, καλησπέρα!

:)