terça-feira, agosto 02, 2005

Dreamed of you last night...

there’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
there’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
it’s still a little hard to say what's going on
there’s still a little bit of your ghost your witness
there’s still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
you step a little closer each daythat i can’t say what's going on
stones taught me to fly
love taught me to lielife, it taught me to die
so it's not hard to fallwhen you float like a cannonball
there’s still a little bit of your song in my ear
there’s still a little bit of your words i long to hear
you step a little closer to meso close that i can't see what's going on
stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannon..
stones taught me to fly
love taught me to cry
so come on courage
teach me to be shy'cause it's not hard to fall
and i don't wanna scare herit's not hard to fall
and i don't wanna loseit's not hard to grow
when you know that you just don't know

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