juin 2013
80 billets
I thought youd fix me
But now im worse
Cracked porcelain fence
And dragged in the hearseCocoon or consume
Be free or be doomedThey are the loud people and
they dance tooWhat i would give to dance like you
Paint me blue
Paint me black
With little to hear
We feel relaxedYou’re given to words
Just like the rest
And i leave my own
UnderdressedWe were the loud people
And we danced too
When we dance i feel like ive lost you