No existen más que dos reglas para escribir: tener algo que decir y decirlo. Oscar Wilde.
6/10/08
Roads
Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
Storm,In the morning light,
I feel,
No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.
I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain't right,
Surely that ain't right.
Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
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My dearest friend,
ResponderEliminarif you don't mind
I'd like to join you
by your side,
where we can gaze
into the stars...
And sit together,
now and forever.
For it is plain
as anyone can see...
We're simply meant to be.
-- Jack Skellington.
Jack and Sally: [singing in unison] And sit together / Now and forever. / For it is plain / As anyone can see / We're simply meant to be.
ResponderEliminarJust the black cat and the darkness.