Publicat de: ultimulunicorn | septembrie 2, 2009

„things you stole? / no, things I like…”

He couldve tuned in, tuned in
But he tuned out
A bad time, nothing could save him
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out
He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee

A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him wings, hey, look at me now
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, power, oh

Hes.. flying
High.. wide, oh

He floated back down cause he wanted to share
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed
By faceless men, well, fuckers
He still stands

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away
The love he receives is the love that is saved
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky
A human being that was given to fly


  1. hey:) flying… e destul de frumos
    numai bine!
    pa pa

  2. hey!?! doar „destul”???/:(

  3. pai daca ai aripile frante, „destul” e deja destul de mult

  4. oarecum off-topic:
    apropo de aripi frante si Icarus – am vazut aseara „Sunshine” pe HBO. Super experienta vizuala.
    Filmul cam trist desi cu o raza de speranta.
    L-ai vazut?

  5. daca e filmul ala cu expeditia aia spre soare, am vazut o parte din el(apoi am adormit:)si doar cu partea asta vazuta am ramas! acum ca mi-ai amintit de el cu siguranta o sa incerc sa-l caut.

    ps: crezi c-ar trebui sa-mi lipesc aripile cu ceara:)?

  6. nope… better try to grow new ones! 😉

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