sexta-feira, fevereiro 01, 2008

Later

a lonely bird, a lonely bird
a lonely bird, alone
colour me
cover me in the colour that reminds you
solemnly
could make the same mistake
and you would never know
that i am, that i am
alone, now

something, something tells me
that you have something
on, all of us now you're heaven
taking over me now
colour me hate
raw little nerve
colour me and pull us
only home, me home

hold the sun down
hold the moon down
leave me to rest
want the world man
too the words out, only relief is
to slip through the nets
hold a minute and stop a minute
and go, oh oh, hold a minute
you said to me, said to me and
breath, breath, breath
you said it to me
sometime later