mardi 27 avril 2010
Smooth skin is made from touching
You taught me this like everything
And i'm learning you, i'm learning about your bones and skin
It's becoming my favorite life and my favorite thing
Arms covered and legs shaking
Tonight, it means something to be here.
We are night travellers
Night travellers through hundreds of empty fields.
One day i will have a rooftop for us,
And even if we're far gone, we'll go back to us
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