22 de nov de 2010


I was in the ground
You were in the sky
What could've made you
Go so high?

You laughed and shouted
I grinded and howled
It was a scary place
The woman had no face

We went to a circus
With popcorns and candy
The dark man with a hat smiled
Told us there was plenty

And I grabbed your hand
To pull you out of the mirror
It was shaking and moist
My breath started to wither

We played ten songs
One, two in a row
Then we held our hands again
And to the north we started to go


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