lunes, 2 de septiembre de 2013
One last chance
-Sid nunca volvería a ser el chico del hámster,
y Nana nunca volvería a ser la chica del pañuelo rojo-
Hello,
I've waited here for you,
everlong...
Tonight,
I throw myself into,
and out of the red,
out of her head, she sang.
Come down, and waste
away with me.
Down with me.
Slow how you wanted it to be,
I'm over my head, out of my head,
she sang.
And I wonder, when I sing along with you,
if everything could ever feel this real forever...
if anything could ever be this good again...
The only thing I'll ever ask of you,
you've got to promise not to stop when I say when,
she sang.
Breathe out,
so I can breathe you in,
hold you in.
And now, I know you've always been,
and out of your head, out of my head
I sang.
And I wonder, when I sing along with you,
if everything could ever feel this real forever...
if anything could ever be this good again...
The only thing I'll ever ask of you,
you've got to promise not to stop when I say when,
she sang.
Etiquetas: Nana, Sentimientos, Sex Pistols, Vicien
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