17 de septiembre de 2008

Galapogos


Aint it funny how we pretend were still a child
Softly stolen under blanket skies
And rescue me from me, and all that I believe

I wont deny the pain
I wont deny the change
And should I fall from grace here with you
Would you leave me too?

Carve out your heart for keeps in and old oak tree
And hold me for goodbyes and whispered lullabyes
And tell me I am still the man Im supposed to be

I won't deny the pain
I won't deny the change
Ans should I fall from grace here with you?
Will you leave me too?

Too late to turn to turn back now,
Im running out of sound.
And I'm changing, changing, and if we died right now
This fool you love somehow is here with you

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