segunda-feira, 30 de novembro de 2009

DREAM




If I was young, I'd flee this town
I'd bury my dreams underground
As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonigh

2 comentários:

  1. And it rips through the silence of our camp at night
    And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that I hide

    ResponderExcluir