sábado, 4 de dezembro de 2010

MYTH

Somewhere - an old, yellowish, sacred book
T'was stated we'd once see
Some things in you were like everything in me
How many pieces of my split soul
Had I left behind? I'll never know...
You blew your voice, I picked the melody
It's like we're in and out each other's mind
You're my myth, my missing half
A logic Einstein would never sustain,
That gods would consider profane
I'll break gravity laws to go and touch you
I'll make a bridge, I'll fly away...

In the wind blow
While clouds move
And sun shines
I'll sing a song for you.

So far away, but so in me.

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