quarta-feira, 28 de março de 2012

on the door above the room my dark passenger is a doom
now i see it clear
the wild dear above my dear
the wild dove
the heart shaped grove

every day I walk on a movement train
my feet move a lot but the place is the same

dear dear oh my dear
run way to the florest
don't let the hunter catch you
and the snow white shall die
and the snow white shall die

1 comentário:

Brown Eyes disse...

Um bosque em forma de coração? Deve ser interessante percorre-lo