quinta-feira, julho 08, 2004

Attic

it's very dark
and I'm lying on the floor
I try to get up
as I hear you closing the door

I'm alone and I grope
while I'm searching for light
when I find an old picture
you and me holding tight

I'm locked in my attic
I'm looking for me
I'm feeling pathetic
I've got nothing to see no one to plea

I pick up a ring
that I gave you one day
it sounded forever
that sunshine in may

so I find the switch
and the lamp coloured through
there's nothing to pick
and no picture of you

I'm locked in my attic
I'm looking for me
I'm feeling pathetic
I've got nothing to see no one to plea