quarta-feira, 26 de novembro de 2008

Fragments

Fragments (A dirty picture of us).

Where have you been?
Where have you been all this time?
I need to know what I don't need to know
'Cause words are just words
And sense it doesn't make at all
How many seasons?
How many seasons have passed by you?
How many times did you scream my name
as if it was your last salvation?
'Cause words are just words
And I want more than that

Magic is made by selfless acts
And truth is paid with cruel intentions 
in your sad and wicked mind
I won't play your game. I won't play your game
I won't hide
Downstairs I hear steps I can't see where
they come from
You are the only one I trust when I don't wanna trust anyone else
Dance, Dance, move your body - she's waiting
for you to prove her - to dare me
She's just ready to attack

Secrets are told now and then you can't deny
I'm not loyal to you anymore
Loyalty is some other way ti say 'the words'
But these words are not making any sense

There are no promises
There are no roses, just thorns
There's a scar placed in a place where it shouldn't be placed
One must know how to heal this
And I'll just wait for one to heal
My body and soul are just flesh and bone and spirit
Teen spirit
spirit
spit it!

Shut! - Another shut door
Shut! - Another shut thought
Think, breathe, play, sleep
Another shut thought
Another thought
Think again

Have you been to paradise?

Nov, 26th,2008 @ 11.10 PM

Um comentário:

Verdugo. disse...

I really want to go to Paradise!

and I really agree:

"Cause words are just words
And I want more than that"

but sometimes to want more than words you have to let all yourself come true!