quarta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2009

I could hold your beautiful hands and kiss your beautiful eyelids,
Throw open your beautiful doors,
And phone your beautiful friends
But it's all over...

I could bind your beautiful wrists
And shut your beautiful eyes with the drugs,
And kick, your beautiful doors in!
I'm shame on your beautiful friends...
Cause it's all over...


I could fight your beautiful words,
And mourn your beautiful loss!
Throw me out of your beautiful lifestyle
And call your beautiful name...

But it's all over...