Bluer than midnight...
Save me,
Save me, Save me.
The candles are lit. The curtains are drawn.
There's still no sign of rain nor dawn.
Our lips touch. Our limbs entwine.
But the ghosts that haunt me won't leave my mind.
Save me,
Save me, Save me, from myself.
One sin leads to another one.
Oh, the harder I try
I can never, never, never find peace in this life.
I ask myself where does lust come from
Is it something to yield to or be overcome.
I ask myself
Why love can never touch my heart like fear does.
Why can't love ever touch my heart like fear does?
Save me, Save me.
The candles are lit. The curtains are drawn.
There's still no sign of rain nor dawn.
Our lips touch. Our limbs entwine.
But the ghosts that haunt me won't leave my mind.
Save me,
Save me, Save me, from myself.
One sin leads to another one.
Oh, the harder I try
I can never, never, never find peace in this life.
I ask myself where does lust come from
Is it something to yield to or be overcome.
I ask myself
Why love can never touch my heart like fear does.
Why can't love ever touch my heart like fear does?
posted by intimateSTRANGER at 6:37 da tarde
1 Comments:
Acendemos paixões no rastilho do próprio coração. O que amamos é sempre chuva, entre o voo da nuvem e a prisão do charco. Afinal, somos caçadores que a si mesmo se azagaiam. No arremesso certeiro vai sempre um pouco de quem dispara. Mia Couto in Cada homem é uma raçã
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