quinta-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2009

The Building

"(...)I made you a building so high
I knew you were wrong
But I didn't know why, why
Not out of wires, not with a spoon
I know you don't care but it angers the big giant moon

With the heat of your heavy angel-bones
You're holding me still
And now my thoughts have flown (...)"

The Building Brisa Roché

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