quinta-feira, junho 10, 2004
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship?s smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can?t hear what you?re sayin?.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can?t explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
Pink Floyd.
É minha letra favorita deles. Foi a última música que me fez chorar.
luís felipe posted at 05:32