quinta-feira, agosto 30, 2007

Grass

stand in the shade of me
things are now made of me
the weather vane will say
it smells like rain today

god took the stars and he tossed them
can't tell the birds from the blossoms
you'll never be free of me
he'll make a tree from me

don't say good bye to me
describe the sky to me
and if the sky falls, mark my words
we'll catch mocking birds

lay your head where my heart used to be
hold the earth above me
lay down in the green grass
remember when you loved me
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"Green Grass" Tom Waits