viernes, 12 de noviembre de 2010

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
smells like teen spirit!

If you fall i'll catch, if you love i'll love, and so it goes my dear, don't be scared, you'll be safe this i swear...


   Can i play with madness!