terça-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2010

Night's Balance






nothing is/ what it seems to be
and you're not yet free/
untill you choose to see;
why can't I stop dreamin'/
about you and me?
the same you/ but with a different melody,
maybe a different sound/
by wich we keep bein' helplessly bound -
together, doesn't even matter
if it is all just ilusion,
sinking into deep confusion/
stuck between those unreal dephts -
but I can still remember
the warmness of your breath,
under my ear, behind my neck -
it just keeps coming back and back/
the same memories back again,
pieces of you that I've lost
but that at least for once I've gained;
I didn't own them/
but I could reach and touch them.

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