Saturday, March 29, 2008

the cold summer sun

Give me something to believe
Not lies that are sold to me.

And all of this, it makes me wonder
the closer I am, the more, the further
I won the lottery but i forgot the number.

Bought the last ticket but missed the train
waited hours for it, waited in vain
I saw it go away, when my tears turned into rain.

Pursue your dreams, they don't go away. You do.

1 comment:

S. said...

isto está lindissimo!