Back turned
When will I know that I really can't go
To the well once more - time to decide on
Well it's killing me, when will I really see, all that I need to look inside
Come to believe that I better not leave before I get my chance to ride
Well it's killing me, what do I really need - all that I need to look inside
The more I see the less I know
The more I like to let it go
People need the cover of another perfect wonder where it's so white as snow
Finally divided by a word so undecided and there's nowhere to go.
posted by Xilaren at 15:50
1 Comments:
To mail μου είναι zardav@otenet.gr και είναι στη διάθεσή σου! Δεν σχολιάζω το τραγούδι, το ποίημα δηλαδή, γιατί δεν με παίρνει. Προσπαθώ να το φανταστώ ελληνικά (επαγγελματικές διαστροφές)!
Την αγάπη μου,
Φιλοσάρης!
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