jueves, 25 de marzo de 2010

The Afternoon's Hat.

Made me kiss ya' with a whisper

and violently you swung, through unfamiliar toungeCouldn't listen to tradition, grabbed me by the wrist to silently insist
And when i'm in the confines of crawling walls, you hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling the avenues, unsugared taste
Waste away the evening, the afternoon, the afternoon's hat
Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at

You stood shirtless and confident
Listenin' to the fools, tickling the rules
Their
obsessions follow patterns
Sat upon their stools, with their attitudes

And when i'm in the confines of crawling walls, you hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling the avenues, unsugared taste
Waste away the evening, the afternoon, the afternoon's hat
Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at

And when i'm in the confines of crawling walls, you
hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling the avenues, unsugared taste
Waste away the evening, the afternoon, the afternoon's hat
Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at.



{por fin tengo la letra}

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