You are someone else,
And I'm still right here.
lördag 27 mars 2010
måndag 8 mars 2010
Jag behövde en hundradels sekund
Nu när jag tagit beslutet är jag lugn.
Visioner i mitt huvud när du ler.
Jag har hittat nånting vackert,
vännen, ser du vad jag ser?
Jag är nästan som du.
Och du är som jag när du dansar.
Har aldrig träffat nån som du.
Du är som jag när vi dansar.
Musik non stop till slut.
Visioner i mitt huvud när du ler.
Jag har hittat nånting vackert,
vännen, ser du vad jag ser?
Jag är nästan som du.
Och du är som jag när du dansar.
Har aldrig träffat nån som du.
Du är som jag när vi dansar.
Musik non stop till slut.
söndag 7 mars 2010
Somewhere in between this ocean and mountainside
I have this dream I think of it still sometimes.
I know it's just the season.
I sense no time or reason.
The sky falls down, it's evening.
The feeling goes; it's leaving.
Miles until this desert brings me back to your face.
Those eyes you know, you know I think of them still sometimes.
But you're away in Eden,
and I'm still here the heathen.
This times for real, we're even.
We do this for the season.
I cross the sand
without your hand.
I go back to
where you and I began.
and I was yours,
and you were mine,
things seem so soon to say goodbye.
I hope you're well as I am fine.
I keep to myself where I go where I lie.
I woke up in a cave.
No air no light no shade.
when did things turn this way?
I miss you on certain days.
I know it's just the season.
I sense no time or reason.
The sky falls down, it's evening.
The feeling goes; it's leaving.
Miles until this desert brings me back to your face.
Those eyes you know, you know I think of them still sometimes.
But you're away in Eden,
and I'm still here the heathen.
This times for real, we're even.
We do this for the season.
I cross the sand
without your hand.
I go back to
where you and I began.
and I was yours,
and you were mine,
things seem so soon to say goodbye.
I hope you're well as I am fine.
I keep to myself where I go where I lie.
I woke up in a cave.
No air no light no shade.
when did things turn this way?
I miss you on certain days.
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