sexta-feira, 1 de maio de 2015

Through my Fingers



Time is going too fast
Going too fast
Through my fingers


Inside my world
My fears desapearing
In the Ocean of
My womb

Inside my world 
My bones wither
In the desert
That the wind will
blow away 



Por que não vai embora de manhã?
Porque a madrugada nasceu pra mim...