"I have not been home since you left long ago I'm thumbing my way back to heaven Counting steps, walking backwards on the road I'm counting my way back to heaven I can't be free with what's locked inside of me If there was a key, you took it in your hand There's no wrong or right, but i'm sure there's good and bad The questions linger overhead"
Só enquanto eu respirar
ResponderExcluirVou me lembrar de você
Só enquanto eu respirar...
"I have not been home since you left long ago
ResponderExcluirI'm thumbing my way back to heaven
Counting steps, walking backwards on the road
I'm counting my way back to heaven
I can't be free with what's locked inside of me
If there was a key, you took it in your hand
There's no wrong or right, but i'm sure there's good and bad
The questions linger overhead"
Sinto falta das suas palavras,
ResponderExcluirElas faziam a distância parecer menor...
"I swam across
ResponderExcluirI jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
'cause you were all yellow."