Your memory
migrant birds cought in your cages,
blind against lights like a bats
autumn falls into piecies
degraded stars in front of your door like a leaves.
your nights addicted to nostalgia
cuttings from news, menaces.
scrible my face on vine.
in your head i have allways my birthday.
ref. why do you phone my heart
when i m not putting you through.
don t say it is enough for you just to say sorry.
my portrait tales off in population.
my world is to small for strangers.
matador and bull in one spoon.
but you weren t that type of guy i wanted to hurt.
why do you phone my heart when i m not putting you through.
don t say it is enough for you just to say sorry.
come and break me if it solves your worries.
come and kill me if it makes you more happy.
something so impossible
something like your memory.......
why .................backround vocals:.(three weeks and one day, thousends of camplain ans i ve tries to say, it would be never real)....
so why...............(i knew i will stay like smell on your hands, i ll no more play with your memory)
why do you phone my heart when i m not putting you through
don t say it is enough for you just to say sorry
come and shoot my mind which is taking off and leaves you.
i wasn t your end and you weren t my start. |
