domingo, outubro 17, 2004

Sleeping With Ghosts

Madrugada de Domingo.
Eu, você e Molko.

The sea’s evaporated
Though it comes as no surprise
These clouds we’re seeing
Their explosions in the sky
It seems it’s written
But we can’t read between the line
HushIt’s okay
Dry your eye

Dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye
'Cause soulmates never die

This one world vision
Turns us in to compromise
What good’s religion
When it’s each other we despise?
Damn the government
Damn their killing
Damn their lies
Hush, It’s ok
Dry your eyes


Soulmate dry your eyes
'Cause soulmates never die