Darren Hayes - Words (in This Delicate Thing we've Made)
staring at nowhere
as in all the endless corridors
or when no soul
becomes the eyes
no grandness goal
- done with the lies
as in rough words to overcome
and no skies left to make you run
or no roots to give you shelter
no chance at all to say it better
as in now I have to go
will you catch me into the glow?
well... too late for time to show
just tryin' to spell the sound of 'no!'...
Aug 2, 2010 - 23:13