quinta-feira, 8 de maio de 2008

Waltz


Ask me to dance.
I have a feeling
You’ll be walking through that door.
But there’s always something in the way,
It’s you.
I want to stay but my heart leaves you
Everyday.
Give me your hand, help me understand,
Show me your hidden smile, the softest of voices.
There’s no combination of words I could say.
My world has a flood.
For the 97th time.
I don’t want your thoughts anymore.
‘Cause love is a bird with 4 wings.

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