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Friday, March 10, 2006 - ore 10:53 Lettera ad Elisa (The Cure) I just can’t stay here every yesterday Like keep on acting out the same The way we act out Every way to smile Forget And make-believe we never needed Any more than this Any more than this Oh Elise it doesn’t matter what you do I know I’ll never really get inside of you To make your eyes catch fire The way they should The way the blue could pull me in If they only would If they only would At least I’d lose this sense of sensing something else That hides away From me and you There’re worlds to part With aching looks and breaking hearts And all the prayers your hands can make Oh I just take as much as you can throw And then throw it all away Oh I throw it all away Like throwing faces at the sky Like throwing arms round Yesterday I stood and stared Wide-eyed in front of you And the face I saw looked back The way I wanted to But I just can’t hold my tears away The way you do Elise believe I never wanted this I thought this time I’d keep all of my promises I thought you were the girl I always dreamed about But I let the dream go And the promises broke And the make-believe ran out... So Elise It doesn’t matter what you say I just can’t stay here every yesterday Like keep on acting out the same The way we act out Every way to smile Forget And make-believe we never needed Any more than this Any more than this And every time I try to pick it up Like falling sand As fast as I pick it up It runs away through my clutching hands But there’s nothing else I can really do There’s nothing else I can really do There’s nothing else I can really do At all... COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) PERMALINK |
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