segunda-feira, 10 de novembro de 2008

Turbulence

I've sleept at the confusion's bed
Tell me, do I deserve to keep faithless against a world with complete belief?
It isn't fair. But's enough to throw me away at the unknown

Don't say: You've never tried
Don't stay: I'm worried enough
Don't pray: Somebody help me die
So say: Come bed, come to lie

Instead surfing memories, I do prefer to keep the eye
At a cage' change. At a minimal chance.
I really enjoy the way you dance.

You dance like future's a mess
You feel me through my soul. What a bless
Not from heaven, 'cause I do not believe
You're such a thing that even paradise couldn't bring me

The point is: Who, where, how are you?

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