04 setembro 2006

Not just words














Where are you tonight?
Child, you know how much I need it...
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really, he has no one...

So I'll wait for you... and I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return, oh, or will I ever learn

Lover, you should've come over cause it's not too late...

(Jeff Buckley)

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