quarta-feira, 25 de agosto de 2010

Drunk

I tried to break the line
And separate the sides
To make you feel comfortable
To make you feel like mine

Now it's too late
You've picked a side
Many years ago
A living-like vanilla side
Sure that doctor made you really fine

I don't know if I laugh or cry
I don't seem to understand
What my heart feels is just too hard
To discover, to lean over

I wondered these times
We were just fine in my mind
I can't reach you now
All that I can say is what we had was all

We drank the creek
We climbed the hill
So why do I feel
That it wasn't real?

Is it my fate being alone?
Or is just me that hide
On a pretty comfortable, rather previsible
Comfort zone... ?
Come along
Leave your past behind
Don't think, you can't be shy
If you please, drink myself
If you want, send me some help

Come, spend the night
Spend the day
Spend your life with me
Let me breathe you
Let me taste you
Let me drink you
Like we drank ourselves
Hold my hand
Feel my heartbeat
Hold my arms
Feel my lips
Feel me
Breathe me
Drink me
Hold me

I could write
Forever
Until we get
Together.

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