viernes, 4 de marzo de 2011


I could go back to every laugh, but I don't want to go there anymore and I know all the steps up to your door, but I don't want to go there anymore. Talk to the wind, talk to the sky. Talk to the man with the reasons why and let me know what you find. I could stand up and sing you a song, but I don't want to have to go that far and I've got you down. I know you by heart, and you don't even know where I start. Talk to yourself, talk to the tears. Talk to the man who put you here. Don't wait for the sky to clear.
I'll leave my window open cause I'm too tired at night to call your name. But just know I'm right here hoping that you'll come in with the rain.
I've watched you so long, screamed your name. I
don't know what else I can say.

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