01 agosto 2007

somersault










You're the prince to my ballerina
You feed other people's parking meters

You encourage the eating of ice cream
You would somersault in sand with me

You talk to loners, you ask how's your week
You give love to all and give love to me
You're obsessed with hiding the sticks and stones
When I feel the unknown
You feel like home, you feel like home...



You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
You saved me
You're the warmth in my summers breeze
You're the ivory to my ebony keys
You would share your last jelly bean
You would somersault in sand with me
You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
You saved me



Zero 7 - Somersault

1 comentário:

Vera Isabel disse...

por acaso, zero 7 faz parte da minha lista "a ouvir com atenção".
(^^)d

pronto, quando as letras me dizem algo, o que quer que seja, gosto.