miércoles, 17 de octubre de 2012

'chant'

Will you go on feeling like you're dying
Just to feel at home?

Darling,

Will we ever set our names on fire with the stroke of two stones?

I think we are better left alone, the world must come to know

We are better off at home, where we'll never let us go

There's a chant around our breath

that keeps me warm and makes me stay
and then I keep talking all night
so I don't feel the urge to run away. 

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