sábado, 21 de fevereiro de 2009

"(...)There´s a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
I wish you´d let me in(..)"
murder of one
Counting Crows

2 comentários:

Nina disse...

I've been watching you for hours
It's been years since we were born
"We were perfect when we started
I've been wondering where we've gone

Open up your eyes
You can see the flames of your wasted life
You should be ashamed
You don't want to waste your life baby…"

Também adoro essa música!

poeta de rua disse...

:-)...existem grupos que gravámos debaixo da pele enquanto nos faziamos pessoas: cranberries, counting crows e placebo. love u