When my voice graced your neck
I always chose to die rather than run
I used to be a little less inquisitive but
How many moons deserve the night?
The misery castle grew up by my side,
I’m always searching for something,
For the hug of a night good enough
I can be as bad as you want, but not as I want.
Some cracks on my hand lines
Were the first signals that I had to rectify
My luck was not usually a party
But I was always taking her hands to dance.
Sun is the enemy of quick promises
And faith is a serious pain in vain
My plans were made to be broken
For love and endless overkill.
Some cracks on my hand lines
Were the first signals that I had to rectify
My luck was not usually a party
But I was always taking her hands to dance.
When my voice graced your neck
I always chose to die rather than run,
I used to be a little less inquisitive.
2 comentarios:
it is just apsolutely good.....
when did you write this???
great just great!!!!
thank you very much! :)
I wrote that yesterday, I'm making a new album :)
thanks a lot ;):*:)
Publicar un comentario