Τρίτη, 27 Μαρτίου 2012
You fucked it friend, it's on it's head, it struck the street
"Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me."
Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree
Saying nothing, that's enough for me
... and at once I knew I was not magnificent
I could see for miles, miles, miles
We smoked the screen to make it what it was to be