jueves, 20 de diciembre de 2012
Fragments from Little Talks
You're gone gone gone away
I watched you disappear
All this life is a ghost of you
Now we're torn torn torn apart
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon
No wait wait wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep
I don't like walking around this old and empty house
The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake
Some days I cant even dress myself
Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
Well tell her that I'll miss our little talks
Soon it will all be over and buried with our past
Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you my dear
Don't listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same
And though the truth may vary this
Ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
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