Saltar para: Post [1], Pesquisa e Arquivos [2]

Blue 258

Blue 258


Luz, cor e... música.











What can we scrape together
With just the flesh as evidence
Handfuls of hate and the bittersweet ambivalence
'Cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding into myself
Who will find me under this mean sleep

How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life

You could burn a thousand days
And I would need no other light
You could die a thousand ways
And I'd still love you back to life
But my needs rising angry and my loneliness like quicksand
Who will find me under [this] mean sleep?