martes, 21 de junio de 2011
sábado, 12 de febrero de 2011
All the colours of the rainbow fell in my eyes
martes, 8 de febrero de 2011
For the Lovers
I spend the night looking for my insides in a hotel roomWaiting for you
We´re gonna make it tonight
something in the air tells me the time is right
So we'd better get it on
And DJ, play a song for the Lovers, tonight
Please, play a song for the lovers, tonight
Don't wanna wait
Lord I've been waiting all my life but I'm too late again
I know but I was scared
Can't you see
I'm moving like a train into some foreign land
I ain't Got a Ticket for this ride, but I will
domingo, 29 de agosto de 2010
AN ANIMAL
I change shapes just to hide in this place but i'm still, i'm still an animal.There was a time when my world was filled with darkness, darkness darkness.
Then I stopped dreaming, now i'm supposed to fill it up with something, something, something.
In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody I knew before, long long, long ago.
But I'm still trying to make my mind up, am I free or am I tied up?
I change shapes just to hide in this place, but I'm still, I'm still an animal.
Nobody knows it but me when I slip, yeah I slip, I'm still an animal.
There is a hole and I tried to fill it up with money, money, money.
But it gets bigger to your hopes, it's always running, running, running.
In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody who could be so, tell me if i'm wrong.
Now i'm pulling your disguise up. Are you free or are you tied up?
I change shapes just to hide in this place, but I'm still, I'm still an animal.
Nobody knows it but me when I slip, yeah I slip, I'm still an animal.
martes, 10 de agosto de 2010
Mis sueños son mentiras que un día dejarán de serlo
Busco una calma inalcanzablela atmósfera aquí no es fiable
Quiero estar sola si sola todo estará bien,
que nadie me hable,
que no rompan este silencio, es mío
Hoy quiero sentir el frío,
vértigo que el mundo pare y me separe del cansancio de vivir así
harta de fingir excusas musas
siento huir de mí, cosas que viví
Esta cicatriz de traumas
desangra versos, desalma el alma
Es mi verdad maldita,
Mitad genio, mitad flor marchita
Que se apaga porque haga lo que haga
el premio no cambiará mi estado de ánimo,
Y si la vida es un instante hoy quiero olvidar que existo
quiero escapar a mi desierto sin ser visto
Salir de este círculo,
volar a otro lugar quedarme quieto,
allí la soledad es mi amuleto
We have all, but do we have our selfs?
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