terça-feira, 17 de novembro de 2015

One wants the World. perish the word, forgot to stay in touch, master of another

Have you been drinking at night?
NOW
Surrendered by unbounded thoughts
NOW
Going to fine places, hurray
NOW
Wishing for nothing else of late
NOW
Loving another, the chariot aboard
NOW
Despaired, banging the wall like a drum
NOW
Burning, wasting away
NOW
Spreading kerosene like a bad habit
NOW
Parking his self-doubts in sub-zero slots
NOW
Gambling his hate, winning big
NOW
Preaching a sea of salty tears
NOW
I know not where to turn to
NOW
Towards tomorrow we row