Soñadores trepando nubes

jueves, 26 de abril de 2012

Let's forget about the tongue-tied lightning. Let's undress just like cross-eyed strangers. This is not a joke, so please stop smiling. What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?
I want to glide through those brown eyes dreaming. Take it from the inside, baby hold on tight. You were so right when you said that I've been drinking. What was I thinking when I said good night?

I'd always thought that if I held you tightly you'd always love me like you did back then. Then I fell asleep and the city kept blinking. What was I thinking when I let you back in?

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