terça-feira, 4 de maio de 2010

Passenger

There's no tears in my eyes.
I wander around
but never mean
to walk away.
It's such a cruel disease
trying to be at peace
with ourselves
that sometimes I wonder
deep in my heart
what would happen
if I knew the right words to say.
Every single day I sing, dance
cry, try... and die a little
Till another night comes
and makes us think of tomorrow
before we have spoken of today.
Strange as it may seem,
just talk to me for the time being
and I'll know the right song to play...

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