dimanche 12 décembre 2010

Spent some nights studying your face
Learning your pride, what was left of your grace,
Your tormented soul, your eternal affairs
You always paint your own sky, the shade it deserves.

But you're in black and i'm all white,
You're standing still, i'm moving fast
Trying to stay out of your sight,
I can almost hear bones breaking tonight
I can almost feel bones breaking tonight.

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