söndag 30 december 2007

Veckans låt

Constant State of Puttra av Lingua.

take a breath,
inhale the smell of a life that could have been
as the tears fall,
I remind myself why I'm here and
how this could go wrong,
everything has it's end
but I don't seem to, seem to understand

when I walk talking to myself
there's someone else
there's someone else
that answers all my questions why
my hope is gone
my hope is gone
and when I'm sitting, punching myself
there's someone else
there's no one else
that stands in my way and softens my fall

1 kommentar:

Sunkmamman Hanna sa...

Är det det han sjunger? Hahah! Äsch, jag har aldrig varit ett fan så jag har inte brytt mig om den sluddriga lyriken. Men det är tur att dom har er, som förmodligen är några av deras största fans (näst efter min familj). Haha!