herşeyin bir başka parıldadığı, kısa sürmüş bir esriklik döneminin üç beş 'sevgili' sine..
some escape some door to open
this path seems the blackest but i
guess it's the soonest
but there in the clearing i
know you'll be wearing
your young aching smile and
waving your hand
can't go with my heart when i
can't feel what's in it i
thought you'd come over
but for some reason you didn't
glass on the pavement under my shoe
without you is all my life amounts to
a final sleep no
words from my cutting
mouth to your ear or
taut wicked pinches
from my fingers to your bitter face
that i can't heal
i know tomorrow
you will be
somewhere in london
living with someone
you've got some kind of family
there to turn to
and that's more than i could ever give you
a chance for calm
a hope for freedom
outlet from my cold solitary kingdom
by the forest of our spring stay
where you walked away
and left a bleeding part of me
empty and bothered
watching the water
quiet in the corner
numb and falling through
without you what does my life amount to?
eğer izin verirseniz, müziğin ve sözcüklerin bir gücü var tabii ki, sizi yüreğinizden ve kasıklarınızdan yakalayıp, sıkıp, doğruyu söylemedikçe bırakmayan...
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