terça-feira, 30 de março de 2010
I have come 500 miles just to see a halo
Come from st. petersburg, scarlett and me
Well I open my eyes, I was blind as can be
When you give a man luck, he must fall in the sea
And she wants you to steal and get caught
For she loves you for all that you are not
When you're falling down, falling down
You forget all the roses, don't come around on sunday
She's not gonna choose you for standing so tall
Go on and take a swig of that poison and like it
And don't ask for silverware, don't ask for nothing
Go on and put your ear to the ground
You know you will be hearing that sound......falling down
segunda-feira, 29 de março de 2010
It comes apart,
the way it does in bad films.
Except in parts,
when the moral kicks in.
You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan
And the next five years trying to be with your friends again.
You're talking forty-five times just as fast as you can.
Yeah, I know it gets tired but it's better when we pretend.
Oh I know it gets tired
Oh but where are your friends tonight?