...e esgravata.

quarta-feira, 28 de maio de 2008


There's the moon asking to stay
Long enough for the clouds to fly me away

Well it's my time coming, i'm not afraid to die

My fading voice sings of love,

But she cries to the clicking of time

Of time
Wait in the fire...
And she weeps on my arm

Walking to the bright lights in sorrow

Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow

Oh my love
And the rain is falling and i believe
My time has come
It reminds me of the pain I might leave
Leave behind Wait in the fire...
And I feel them drown my name
So easy to know and forget with this kiss
I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow

Jeff Buckley.

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armário.roupeiro: cabides.

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