quinta-feira, 12 de fevereiro de 2009


See you from far away make me less yours…
You’re talking to them and smiling in their direction
But I knew “forever” could end this way
I was sure that we would end this way, wasn’t I?
Remember our spring, our bed full of roses?
We were saviors, we were our own Moses.
Remember all the passion, our bodies lying on the floor?
I was right about the future hidden behind our door.
But we were young, we were just dreamers
And dreamers don’t know anything about reality.
If I was younger, I would run and take your hand
Tell you how I feel, and together we would stand.
But now you’re walking me by…
And all I want to do is cry.

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