miércoles, 20 de agosto de 2008

Flying on the ground

Maybe I´m ready for lyies now
Cos I feel like telling shit to strangers.

Maybe I´m ready for laughing at tragedies
And for reading in the tv guide a lot of garbage.

I must go on understanding
Don´t wanna be a match in a matchbox.
I´d prefer cleaning my point of view,
Don´t be afraid of birthdays anymore,
They won´t inherit my death neither my soul.

Maybe I´m looking for somebody fully
And I´m writing an odd to a bride.

Maybe I´m not on my own, I´m not my choice
I´ve been always flying on the ground.