mayo 17, 2007

Lace




Shall I be sure?
And if I´m not?
Out of the hot spot
No water on shore.

Nothing´s worse
than a woman with no word,
fake promise
untied lace.

What am I supposed to do,
When things become untrue?
the piece of chalk´s over
How about finding cover?

Nothing´s worse
than a woman with no word,
fake promise
untied lace.

There´s water inside
the kind you can not hide
Oh, it burns so much
I´m out of touch.

So many possible ways
things are not quite straight
wind is blowing too cold
No more "another day"

16/05/2007

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