lunedì 6 settembre 2010

something about us

fool around

Apartment in New York, London and Paris
Where will we rest, we’re all living
Living as legends have lived.
Knowing that nothing is left when we die

Come along FOOL

It’s not that it’s bad…it’s not that it’s death
and you're so silent
Anywhich way there’s no past and no presence
Half of it's misunderstanding love
The war we have won we're winning again


She's tired of crying, and sick of his lies

She's suffered him for far too many years of her life
Feeling low, and scared that he'll say
Do you know how overtime you drove her away

Saving up for, the day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose

She Can Say

Who knows what shes gonna say

She Can Say . . . CARIBOU - ODESSA