Sunday, February 17, 2013

Underneath, there's a perfect sky







You are the loneliest person that I've ever known 
We are joined at the surface but nowhere else 
I look in the glass and stare at your, strained, grey, motionless face and ask
Underneath, is there a golden soul? 

Take care of the ones that you love 
Take care of the ones that you love 

Baby, I'm leaving here 
You need to be with somebody else 
I can't stop bleeding here 
Can you suture my wounds? 

Everyone is beginning to breathe as I break down 
You are in love with a shadow that won't come back 
Sooner or later we all have to wake 
Try forgetting everything 
Underneath, there's a perfect sky 

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Mita mita mita mita sina sanoa
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