que concerto mais lindo, omg! quem me dera ter lá estado.
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places
(...)
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
foi tããão perfeito, bah.
ReplyDeletetambém adorei o concerto :)
ReplyDeletefoi muito, muito bonito. surpreenderam-me!
ReplyDeleteeras tu e eu *.*
ReplyDeleteeu estive minha querida! :D foi lindoo de morrer!
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