quinta-feira, julho 08, 2004

Melatonine

It´s getting late
and I´m waiting for you
the sunset is gone
you'll be making this true

'cause you take me down
you'll take me (to the ground)

You're my only choice
and I'm not the one who chose
You push me to your bed
well I dream 'till I'm dead

and you blow me high
you'll blow me (to the sky)

Twelve hours you'll be gone
Twelve hours you'll return
but still
I feel
I will hold on to you

Melatonine you make me fine
Melatonine you will be mine