jueves, 13 de mayo de 2010

The kiss

I wasn't thinking when I looked into your eyes,
I wasn't dreaming I was running to the past,
through the color of your eyes, it was

Every beginning was an ending from the start,
leaving and leaving while the truth was passing by.
I´ll pretend I would've knew,
time like a flower is a dangerous gun,
given the hour there was nothing else to do
but run through the color of your ejbjbyes,
it was

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