sexta-feira, 5 de agosto de 2011

F#112

One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had divine sense
To know what to say
Mind is a razorblade

To call for hands of above to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no

One night of magic rush
The start - a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue


1 comentário:

Yuppi disse...

estava mesmo para partilhar esta neste final de noite... you've read my mind my friend ;)