sábado, julho 18, 2009

Oh we looked like giants

Jumping to the giants backs
with crooked smiles when you where mine
we knew when the spring comes
trough the days we get
trough the days we forget
jumping over those tumbling places
over the giants passes
over those tumbling places.

segunda-feira, julho 06, 2009

No surprises

Oh and there are no more surprises left in my heart.
Oh and I twist and crawl under a broke street light
And broken there I go with a twisted smile
and with a twisted smile I go and hop
till I drop and wash the pain
till I stop
till I stop
Till I sleep and hop over tangerine dreams
over lemony dropping clouds you drew for me.
It's not to late
oh it's never to late
oh the surprises left in my heart.