quarta-feira, 15 de julho de 2009

Can you show me where it hurts?

Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons

Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am

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