Δευτέρα, 14 Ιουνίου 2010

So will you come for me?



Will you come for me
In the morning
When all is well
Oh, we shared the bad times
Do you not think we should share the good times
As well

Oh, we cut off piece of the sky
And call that heaven
In the barren land beneath that
Well, we call that hell
Oh, could it be that definitions
Aren't always so clear

So won't you walk right over here
And let me just slightly kiss your ear
Cause hell does not become you
And heaven only slightly passes through here

So will you come for me
Tomorrow or any day
When all is new
Or do you still see the days
Walking giant circles
Around you


And in this very room
We stay up late and we talk
You say your medication
Can make you stand and walk
All this talk of medication
Oh me, I'm getting ready
To carry you

3 σχόλια:

Ανώνυμος είπε...

hell does become you!
Δεν πέθανες ακόμη;
any way
με μπερδεύεις
με τη μπλε υπογράμμιση!

Ανώνυμος είπε...

Oμιλείς στο
Μέσο
Αγοραφοβικό
Ανόητο
Ανώνυμο
Αναγνώστη
ο οποίος
δεν γνωρίζει κανέναν
κι έχει παιδικά τραύματα
με τις υπογραμμίσεις.
that's all!

do you read me? είπε...

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