sábado, 9 de marzo de 2013

Buenas noches y la letra de the end por simon golstein

The end
Simon Golstein

I see your joints your nuts and bolts, rusting alive you creak, so bored it hurts, getting old,
You're sitting out quarantine like me you understand things they can't even see but you forgot

Allow me with you downstream cos I'm like you they hound me too
Playgrounds without boundaries under the moon
Thunder boom overhead won't compare with our bed
Allow me with you til we get there

Sigh away creaking empty home still got that tingle in your bones so pick up the phone,
Tell me about half remembered dreams all the things that you're too late to see, I'll help you be

I can't pretend now I'm at the end, another beginning, I need a friend

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