ainda há muito o que dizer:
i lose some sales
and my boss won't be happy
but i can't stop listening to the sound
of two soft voices blended in perfection
from the reels of this record that i found
every day there's a boy in the mirror
asking me
what are you doing here
finding more that previous motifs
growing increasingly unclear
i travelled far and i burned all the bridges
i belived as sooned as i hit land
all the other
options held before me
wither in the light of my plan
so i lose some sales
and my boss won't be happy
but there's only one thing on my mind
searching boxes underneath the counter
on a chance that on a tape i'd find
a song for
someone who needs somewhere
to long for
homesick
cause i no longer know
where home is
. homesick . kings of convenience .

"If the tale of a day could resume in a few words I'd keep quiet until I get back home. But home is where my thoughts live, it could be here it could be you... by praying the silent distance between a look, a gaze and a stare... for you I'm a spike but spikes won't hurt flowers."
ResponderExcluir(Poem to a stranger - Raff)