quarta-feira, 4 de novembro de 2009

As palavras não são minhas... mas vieram-me á cabeça

Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not
...
We don't have the power, but we never say never
Sitting in a sand-pit, life is a short trip
...
Can you imagine when this race is run
Turn our golden faces into the sun
...
It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
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So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs that we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
We let them come true


P.S: A resposta é: "Quero!"

1 comentário:

Ricardo Faria disse...

Tu andas muito poético...