sexta-feira, 9 de agosto de 2013

light walking around Mouraria


Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you'll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast


Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast


excerpt from 'let her go' by passenger

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