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.