05/11/2007

and I will pray that the soul can take

Me diz como se faz uma curva porque agora eu só consigo andar em linha reta.
Meus cacos, meu trapos. Todos jogados no chão.
Eu não quero mais ler os sertões.
eu não quero mais faced.
eu não quero mais sentir dor de estômago pelos problemas dos outros
nem sentir por tudo que eu não fiz
pelos retornos que eu deixei passar.
eu não quero mais nada do que queria há dez minutos atrás.

Show me the dirt pile
And I will pray that the soul can take
Three stowaways
Vanish with no guile
And I will not pay
But the soul can wait
The soul can wait

It’s still pretty
What with all these leaves
We’ll be fine
We’ll be fine

But if it’s still pretty
What with all these leaves
We’ll be fine, oh
And supervise

Show me the dirt pile
And I will pray that the soul can take
Three stowaways
And you vanish with no guile
And I will not pay
But the soul can wait
I felt you so much today

I know you tried
You tried straight into my heart
You fly straight into my heart
Girl, I know you try
You fly straight into my heart
You fly straight into my heart
But here comes the fall…

So much for make believe, I’m not sold
So much for dreams we see I’m not prepared to know
Your heart makes me feel
Your heart makes me moan
For always and ever, I’ll never let go
Always concealed
Safe and inside, alive!

Show me the dirt pile
And I will pray that the soul can take
Three stowaways
In a passion it broke
I pull the black from the grey
But the soul can wait
I felt you so much today…

Marcadores: coisas estranhas, lyric

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