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

FOOL


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