já disse que odeio lisboa?

volto a dizê-lo. odeio lisboa.
and everything's just so fucking gray.
let the 2:19 train easy my troubled mind..

i go home

Where do you go when heaven calls you
What do you do, who do you turn to

when there's no one left on this earth you know

What is it like when hell surrounds you

thank you,

Mr. Sandman!

la petite fille de la mer

wrecklessly

I should be lying on that sun-soaked beach with him
Caressing his warm brown skin
And then in a year or maybe not quite
We'll be sharing the same next of kin

I'd go the whole wide world just to find him
Find out where they hide him