Marzo 03, 2004
día 19, plush
Me da lo mismo la hora que sea. Siempre será una bella canción.
And I feel that time's a wasted go
So where ya going to tomorrow?
And I feel that these are lies to come
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And I feel it
Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya goin' with the mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
And I feel, so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And she feels it
Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya goin' with the mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find her
To find her
To find her