domingo, 9 de agosto de 2009

Nothing else to do


Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent.

Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.

Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse.

In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake.
There's never been so much at stake.

I serve my head up on a plate.
It's only comfort, calling late.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.

All alone in space and time.
There's nothing here but what here's mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Every me and every you

2 comentarios:

Jorge Abeel dijo...

Aprovecho para agradecerte, en el sentido de que la foto que me llevé de tu blogs y que es portada en el mío, ha tenido buena crítica, cuando miré esta foto de esta entrada se me ha ocurrido algo sobre el tiempo, el color y el sentido horario circunscripto, no sé, algo tiene que ver el color con la eternidad, se me ocurre. jorge.

Lunatique´s Eyelides dijo...

Al menos si utilizas otra coloca autoría, porque hay muchas en mi blog que saco yo personalmente.