don't make me come down

and while we float, in our parallel universes, in each other’s space there is this word we can’t pronounce,
you and me have counted on our fingers all the numbers we could attain, we postpon the next thing to learn like a goal we’re afraid to reach, hear me stitch up the ceilings you’re scared to see collapsing,
and while you shout what you never want to just tell, i’m stuck down in the lights of another empty dawn, tell the word to the passengers of your life, tell them it was them who gave you your crown, tell your world what you have never shown, but don’t make me come down…



2 blablas sympas

Sunday, 10 October 2004

Comme tu le sais, je suis amoureux de cette photo… c’est elle qui m’a d?finitivement scotch? ? ton blog… merci

-ju

Friday, 15 October 2004

merci ? toi surtout..

dire un truc ?