quinta-feira, 6 de março de 2014


"Stop and wait a sec
Oh when you look at me like that my darling
What did you expect
I probably still adore you
with your hands around my neck
Or I did last time I checked

Not shy of a spark
A knife twists at the thought
that I should fall short of the mark
Frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark
Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start

I'm going back to 505
If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs"
Maldita saudade que é cega e me impede de ver os muros que existem na frente.