quinta-feira, dezembro 13, 2007

Our

first went wrong is hard to find
we’re paralyzed, we apologize
our hell is a good life
last went wrong, where's my prize under the lights
can we call it in?
we'll be on the road
can we stop?
when we stop
my back will turn your face towards the fence
what i thought it was it isn’t now

all this weight is honest worse
we’re moderate
we modernize 'til our hell is a good life
all we know is to forget how to do right
colouring in the black hole
can we stop?
when we stop my hands will shake
my eyes will burn
my throat will ache
watching you turn from me towards your friends