miércoles, 17 de octubre de 2012


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


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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