domingo, 27 de maio de 2012

The Sound

Dear xxx

It's all such a blur when time goes so quickly, you try to hang on to the way that you’d like things to stay, you trace back the seconds and recall the details. From someone will, to someone does, to someone did, you know I did, oh there must be a hole in you memory but I can see, I can see, a distant victory, a time when you will be with me.
You cut me off just as I was going to speak, a language you keep hidden away. It's just like the question on everyone's lips, but it's not on mine, where all you find is a twisted smile from another time, another time, another time, oh there must be a hole in you memory but I can see, I can see, a distant victory, a time when you will be with me.
Another time, another time, oh there must be a hole in you memory but I can see, I can see, a distant victory, a time when you will be with me. There'll be another time, another time, oh there must be a hole in your memory but I can see, I can see, a distant victory, a time when you will be with me...

I can see, that there’s got to be another time, there’s got to be...

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