quarta-feira, julho 13, 2016

Porque me emociona; porque é minha, muito minha....




Where are we? 
what the hell is going on? 
The dust has only just began to fall 
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling 
Spin me around again and rub my eyes 
This can't be happening 
When busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy 

Hide and seek 
Trains and sewing machines? 
All those years they were here first 

Oily marks appear on walls 
Where pleasure moments hung before 
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this 
Still alive 

Hide and seek 
Trains and sewing machines? (oh, you won't catch me around here) 
Blood and tears they were here first 

Mm what you say 
Oh that you only meant well, well of course you did 
Mm what you say 
Mm that it's all for the best, of course it is 
Mm what you say 
That it's just what we need, you decided this 
Mm what you say What did she say? 

Ransom notes keep falling at your mouth 
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs 
Speak no feeling no I don't believe you 
You don't care a bit you don't care a bit 

You don't care a bit 
You don't care a bit 
You don't care a bit 
You don't care a bit 
You don't care a bit

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