This is something really close to me/This feeling. So close you can almost taste it, so charming I can't stop smelling it, so bizarre I drink it with my daily tea, I feel it on my skin with first sunbeams. If you could understand me, you could read every my mind, see every my movement, understand to my language, just see who I really am. Without it I'm just the rain on your lips, a little mistake in a perfect world. A blur on your flat screen.
Tuesday, 6 January 2009
Whatever I Say I Don't Really Want To Change A Thing
This is something really close to me/This feeling. So close you can almost taste it, so charming I can't stop smelling it, so bizarre I drink it with my daily tea, I feel it on my skin with first sunbeams. If you could understand me, you could read every my mind, see every my movement, understand to my language, just see who I really am. Without it I'm just the rain on your lips, a little mistake in a perfect world. A blur on your flat screen.
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