DESCRIZIONE
Far away we're so close
that we can barely recognize
from a little spot that we call home
we dance a tango by the sun
play the horns some minor scale
like a waiting music stomp
a constant wear and tear of breath
until the river comes to death.
Well if you want to leave
forget it all, they lied
For everything you feel
you've got to wear a blame, and lock your heart
oh what is love what is love
oh how you laugh while I leave, how we laugh
oh what is this what is this
oh it is cold it is cold... it is cold
Save your mind apart from the gate
light a fire, burn it to the grace
tear stained eye, shines on milky way.
I hope your news says
this is not going to last
I'm not the one to escape!
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L'articolo Alcàntara - Treefingers di Alcàntara è apparso su Rockit.it il 2019-06-18 11:31:21
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