i hope tonight you will touch my hair, play a sad old song and draw ghosts in my back.

Friday, February 02, 2007

when there's nothing left to burn you've got to set yourself on fire.




quando já não há nada que nos aqueça as mãos. nem o coração.






Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
And all i find are souvenirs from better times
Before the gleam of your taillights fading east
To find yourself a better life.

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night (up all night)
When i'm lying awake at night.








1 comment:

s. said...

god that was strange to see you again

quando fantasmas se tornam reais, nem que seja por momentos, é sempre vazio que fica o (meu) coração.

b.