If time is my vessel, then learning to love
Might be my way back to sea
The flying, the metal, the turning above
These are just ways to be seen
We all get paid
though some get faith before they die
But the stars we will navigate
Through the holes in your eyes
How many days will it take to land
How many ways to reach abandon
oh abandon
Oh, so swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain
You move with me, I'll treat you right, baby
May our bodies remain
There is love to be made
So just stay here for this while
Perhaps heart strings resuscitate
The fading sounds of your life
How many days will it take to land
How many ways to reach abandon
oh abandon
So swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain
As weak we move, I'll feed you light, baby
May our bodies remain
Oh yeah in history, I'll treat you right, babyI
'm honest that way, hey
Swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain
Interpol
Pergunto-me a mim mesmo é a razão pela qual esta fabulosa faixa se chama "Public Pervert"...
Lindo.
ESTAÇÕES DIFERENTES
"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear."
Stephen King - "Different Seasons"
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Stephen King - "Different Seasons"
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2 comentários:
bem linda, esta letra. Confesso que não conheço o grupo, mas que quase parece que eles me conhecem a mim, lá isso...
É absolutamente fabulosa a letra, e a música.
E as primeiras duas frases então são de génio.
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