jeudi 19 mars 2009

I think I'm drowning. Asphyxiated. I wanna break the spell that you've created. You're something beautiful a contradiction. I wanna play the game I want the friction. You will be the death of me. Yeah, you will be the death of me.
Bury it I won't let you bury it...I won't let you smother it...I won't let you murder it
Our time is running out and our time is running out. You can't push it underground. We can't stop it screaming out.
I wanted freedom Bound and restricted. I tried to give you up but I'm addicted.
Now that you know I'm trapped sense of elation you'll never dream of breaking this fixation. You will squeeze the life out of me.
Bury it I won't let you bury it...I won't let you smother it...I won't let you murder it
Our time is running out and our time is running out. You can't push it underground. We can't stop it screaming out. How did it come to this?
You will suck the life out of me
Bury it I won't let you bury it...I won't let you smother it...I won't let you murder it
Our time is running out and our time is running out. You can't push it underground. We can't stop it screaming out.
How did it come to this?
Libellés : Muse
0 El que pierde sentido de la orientación que compre una brújula y se la meta en el orto-