luni, 20 iunie 2011

whispering...

"Memory comes when memory's old
i am never the first to know

following this stream up north

where do people like us float?


there is room in my lap

for bruises, asses, handclaps
i will never disappear

for forever, i'll be here


whispering

morning keep the streets empty for me

morning keep the streets empty for me


i learned to not eat the snow

my fur is hot, my tongue is cold

on a bed of spider web

i think about to change myself


a lot of hope in one man tent

there's no room for innocence

so take me home before the storm

velvet mites will keep us warm


whispering

morning keep the streets empty for me

morning keep the streets empty for me


whispering
morning keep the streets empty for me

morning keep the streets empty for me


uncover our heads and reveal our souls

we were hungry before we were born
uncover our heads and reveal our souls

we were hungry before we were born
uncover our heads and reveal our souls

we were hungry before we were born
uncover our heads and reveal our souls

we were hungry before we were born



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