quinta-feira, 8 de outubro de 2009

Orchard of my eye


Oh you, you are the orchard of my eye
I couldn’t help but re
cognize
You were standing in my way
And you, dream of rainbows in gray skies,
Couldn’t help but re
alize
I feel the way I do
When we fall, we’ll fall together in the end
Please don’t tell me I’m your friend
I am not your friend when you call
I’ll come stumbling to your side,
and by your side I will stay
They are the goons we shouldn’t fear,
Making faces breaking mirrors –
I wish that they’d just stay at home,
But while we’re on the outside looking in,
Let’s take pleasure while we can –
Because it’s coming to a head
When we fall, we’ll fall together in the end
Please don’t tell me I’m your
friend
I am not your friend when you call
I’ll come stumbling to your side,
And by your side I will stay
I am much more than your friend.


{ The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart }

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