sábado, 12 de janeiro de 2013



Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
Oh and all I taught her was everything
Oh I know he gave me all that he wore
And now my bitter hands
Shake beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?

All the pictures have
All been washed in black,
Tattooed everything

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter so why do I sear?

Oh and twisted thoughts that spin 'round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop awa