quinta-feira, julho 08, 2004

Alice

Stops and runs like a fire that burns
she throws me a glance and i have no chance

alice is mine and alice is wild
but she leaves me a :"goodbye"

she floats and flicks like a butterfly sinks
and she´ll know i´m away as spring brings a day

alice is mine and alice is wild
but she leaves me a :"goodbye"

i´ll see you soon in the daisy field

goodbye