31 de julio de 2012
meeting place
The colder the night gets, the further she strays.
And he doesn't like it, being this way.
And she tried so hard to steer away from the meeting place,
but her heart had led her there.
She clings to his consciousness, wherever he lays
he struggles to sleep at night and during the day;
he's worried she's waiting in his dreams to drag him back to the meeting place.
His love had left him there, where her voice still echoes...
I'm sorry I met you darling, I'm sorry I met you
as she turned into the night, all he has was the words:
I'm sorry I met you darling, I'm sorry I left you.
For weeks they had strolled around playing the fools,
they knew the time would come and time would be cruel
because it is cruel to everyone, he's crying out from the meeting place.
He's stranded himself there, where her voice still echoes:
I'm sorry I met you darling, I'm sorry I met you
as she turned into the night, all he has was the words:
I'm sorry I met you darling, I'm sorry I left you.
I'm sorry I met you darling, I'm sorry I left you.
Etiquetas:
canciones,
cosas,
cosas sin sentido,
las personas,
me,
meeting place,
musica,
the last shadow puppets
15 de julio de 2012
scentles appentice
I promise not to sell your perfumed secrets
there are countless formulas for pressing flowers
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