Terça-feira, 11 de Abril de 2006

Terror Starts at Home

The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how:
The clouds above opened up and let it out.

I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole.
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
Making islands where no island should go.
Oh no.

Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flat lands to your door
Have been silenced forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no.

I need you so much closer…

 

(Death Cab For Cutie - Transatlanticism)

 

Eu não posso ver six feet under...

música: Death Cab For Cutie - Transatlanticism

publicado por JoãoSousa às 01:54
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