Un clavo saca otro clavo... Cuatro clavos forman una cruz.

5 oct 2009

Underneath your clothes

Don't get me wrong cause
This might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts go hiding
And right under your clothes
Is where I find them

Because of you
I forgot the smart ways to lie
Because of you
I'm running out of reasons to cry

I love you more than all that's on the planet
Movin' talkin' walkin' breathing
You know it's true

baby it's so funny
You almost don't believe it
As every voice is hanging from the silence
Lamps are hanging from the ceiling
Like a lady tied to her manners
I'm tied up to this feeling

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