segunda-feira, 10 de setembro de 2012

Hoje viajo ao som de...

What is in this wine? the more I drink the more I wander off into a stranger's eyes I like the way that they reflect my thoughts what is in this air? it feels like feathery dust everywhere and as I breathe it in I breathe the masculine scent of his skin and I feel homeless your comfortable caress has triggered unfamiliar restlessness you and I are we I feel I've lost my individuality you're watching me rebel believing stories only hearts can tell but when is it enough? when do I call my feelings on their bluff and I feel homeless and I remember us now but I forgot what we felt like somewhere along the way

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