.and love is just white noise.
Honeys and Bees
Drink your flowers
try to understand
for the last passing hours
I've lost both my hands
Hold the satelites
Locate my mistakes
Burn up the night
Fuck it, fuck it and it breaks
Lose all your thoughts
Lose all the fights
Fake tomorrow
your broken headlights
find me my will
i will be eternally grateful
I'll be sitting still
all nice and oh, so wishful
Commit no arson
commit no murder
The bed has moved on
are you cold now, lover?
Finish the grudge
call it a truce
draw out all your guns
and knife me, will you?
http://amagnolianamedaurelia.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html
No comments:
Post a Comment