' when you blow like a cannonball
(i väntan på att jag hittar någon som vill göra en enklare header till mig så kan ni lyssna på den här låten, och tänka-drömma-fantisera-romantisera, ja.. ni förstår. Den bjuder upp till känslostorm, tycker jag).
There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
It's still a little harder to say what's going on
There's still a little bit of your ghost, your weakness
There's still a little bit of your face, I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can't see what's going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to lie
Life, it taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball
There's still a little bit of your song in my ear
There's still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to lie
Life, it taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon-
Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to cry
So come on courage
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know
På återseende, snart igen!
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Postat av: Frida
tack så jättemycket :)
Postat av: Frida
Inga problem alls honey! Desto lättare att komma ihåg (ramlar lätt ur minnet om man inte bloggkollar med en gång) :) Hur mycket älskar man inte damien då? SÅÅÅÅ mycket! KRAM på dig gumman
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