quinta-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2009

lisbona


i remember what came before...

I wanted to think there was endless love
Until I saw the light dim in your eyes
In the dead of the night I found out
Sometimes there's love that won't survive

We were full of the stuff that every dream rested
As if floating on a lumpy pillow sky
Caught up in the whole illusion
That dreams never pass us by

such a beautiful disease..

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Anónimo disse...

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