terça-feira, julho 26, 2005
Para quando te tiro as estrelas do teu firmamento preferido
From Your Favourite Sky Do you dare Take a breathe Do you dream of a tragic death I know you do Do you wail Do you weap Do you sing yourself to sleep You delicate flower And so what is love? And who am I To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky You were born Forth from joy You're every girl and boy You know you are, you know you are And you dress Like a dame And you burn on a catholic flame By the hours, by the hours And so what is love? And who am I? To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky You possess Savoir faire Put cheap bleach on your hair You know you do, you know you do Do you dare Take a breath Do you dream of a tragic death You delicate flower And so what is love? And who am I? To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky And so what is love? And who am I? To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky From your favourite sky I Am Kloot, I Am Kloot, 2003
CAP @ 7/26/2005 06:21:00 da tarde
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