Destiñéndo al compás de la lluvia.

lunes, 13 de junio de 2011

Burried.


I guess I could live here
with your shoulder to sleep over
in that smile that heals
between whispers, between heats.

Use your mouth as a gun
use your body as a shield
use me just for a night
in the garbage I'll be.

Search for me now
whenever you wish
make a whistle, make a sound
I'd run to you, I'd die for you.

Just wondering why,
you didn't show up tonight
am I losing myself ?
is that sound from my heart ?

Then I'll leave, I'll search for a mouth
I'll get love anywhere in this town
You made me your slave, you made up my mind
I'd die for you, you won't get me back.

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