Apr 24, 2009
Apr 21, 2009
From the Stars - White Lies
I saw a friend that i once knew at a funeral,
He took the time out to be seen.
His eyes kept glancing to the hour hand on the gold watch, that he'd been given by a magazine.
He didn't cry when the priest gave the sermon,
Just pulled up the woolen collar on his fleece.
Crossed his arms, gave a sigh and checked the time again,
As he sat inches from the wife of the deceased.
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He took a chauffeur driven car back to his hotel,
Passing through the sick streets where he was born
He said "Driver, what's happened to these buildings? They all look run down and so alone."
He took a shower in the bathroom of his penthouse,
Put the Do not Disturb on his door
When the maid came in the morning
She found him shivering on the bedroom floor
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He took the time out to be seen.
His eyes kept glancing to the hour hand on the gold watch, that he'd been given by a magazine.
He didn't cry when the priest gave the sermon,
Just pulled up the woolen collar on his fleece.
Crossed his arms, gave a sigh and checked the time again,
As he sat inches from the wife of the deceased.
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He took a chauffeur driven car back to his hotel,
Passing through the sick streets where he was born
He said "Driver, what's happened to these buildings? They all look run down and so alone."
He took a shower in the bathroom of his penthouse,
Put the Do not Disturb on his door
When the maid came in the morning
She found him shivering on the bedroom floor
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
Apr 17, 2009
Apr 15, 2009
Apr 14, 2009
Miss u LX
Tenho saudades do teu barulho, das tuas paredes decrépitas e da tua luz. Da tua movida e da companhia...vê-mo-nos em breve?Anulado
Tenho estado ocupado. Não tenho tempo para nada. Não tenho tempo para ti. Não tenho tempo sequer para mim.
Faço o que faço. Gosto do que faço. Mas também gosto de outras coisas. Gosto de ti. Gosto do mar. Gosto de me deitar na areia a ouvir o mar. Gosto de me deitar na areia contigo a ouvir o mar.
Tenho estado ocupado, demasiado tempo. Fico preocupado e sinto-me anulado.
A que horas recomeça a vida?
Faço o que faço. Gosto do que faço. Mas também gosto de outras coisas. Gosto de ti. Gosto do mar. Gosto de me deitar na areia a ouvir o mar. Gosto de me deitar na areia contigo a ouvir o mar.
Tenho estado ocupado, demasiado tempo. Fico preocupado e sinto-me anulado.
A que horas recomeça a vida?
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