It don't hurt.

 It don't hurt.
It don't hurt like it did
I can sing my song again.
It don't hurt like it did
I can sing my song again.
I scraped the paper off the wall
I put down carpet in the hall
I left no trace of you at all
And I can sing my song again
I don't dream 'cuz I don't sleep
The moon is hanging like your hat
The sun comes up
Well I don't see
Curtains tied up like a bat
The electric man looks good today
Maybe not, well I'm trying hard
Trying hard to feel that way
The electric man's a good place to start
Took your paintings off the wall
That one of me that you called doll
I added on 'cuz the house was feeling small
Now I can sing my song again
I don't think of you no more
Except for everyday or two
I don't think of you no more
Except for in between the sun and moon
Packed up and moved out after all
Bulldozed the house and watched it fall
That blessed sight I still recall
I can sing my song again
I can sing my song again
It don't hurt like it did
It hurts worse
Who do I kid?
# Posté le samedi 21 juin 2008 13:44
Modifié le lundi 14 juillet 2008 18:44


Mais moi je n'ai vu qu'une planète désolante
Paysages lunaires et chaleur suffocante
Et tous mes amis mourir par la soif ou la faim
Comme tombent les mouches...
Jusqu'à c'qu'il n'y ait plus rien...
Plus rien...
Plus rien...
# Posté le samedi 21 juin 2008 13:22
Modifié le dimanche 20 juillet 2008 21:15

From Start;



The nearly ending,
of a brand new beggining.



 From Start;
# Posté le vendredi 20 juin 2008 19:45