Destiñéndo al compás de la lluvia.

martes, 17 de mayo de 2011

Fingerprints remains.


You are the perfect present for a saturday lonelly night (lonelly night)
you are as perfect as a pillow with arms (wrapped all around me)
you are the one I claim for every moonlight in the park
you are the one baby, you are the one.

Like an angel while it's dark
you have a place you can't remove from my heart
and like you once said, "nobody should own your cry"
the tears make a river where you leave a scar.

And I know I belong in your hands
but it's so scary to look in your eyes
so tell me now, no thinking, no breathing
why does your heart claims my name every night?

And I keep singing the song you whispered sometimes
while we were drowning in laughters of love
and your lips's taste remains everywhere
and I love you the same way.

You were the one baby, you were the one.
You were the one baby, you were the one.
You were the one.