Quinta-feira, 12 de Junho de 2008
Magro, fresco, sem açúcar.
Porque toda a carne que desejo é a sua, todo o calor que preciso vem dele e toda a doçura que me satisfaz jorra dos seus lábios.
MILK
Garbage
I am milk
I am red hot kitchen
And I am cool
Cool as the deep blue ocean
I am lost
So I am cruel
But I'd be love and sweetness
If I had you
I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you
I am weak
But I am strong
I can use my tears to
Bring you home
I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you
(...)
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Nuno a 12 de Junho de 2008 às 13:36
Milk of amnesia, you make it easier,
so raise a glass in the air and drown out all your cares.
Lips round the bottleneck,
soon you're gonna forget each and every regret
and let your dreams set sail.
Inside we're feeling warm, ready for any storm,
we ain't got our weatherproofs on but we're feeling strong.
A belly full of hope, lie back and you will float,
drifting on your dreamboat to a distant land.
And if we can't make it home, we'll sleep on the paving stones,
happy just to be there beneath the starlit dome.
Milk of amnesia, you make it easier, milk of amnesia.
Everything's fading fast, forget about the past,
through the bottom of the glass the world looks far away...
Rialto | Milk Of Amnesia
:-)
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