3 acessos
The wires dream
About swallows in the spring
I dreamed about my childhood
Surrounded by dead things
Awakened by the humming
Machines make when they sleep
At least i woke up smiling
So glad i had a dream
Chorus:
She is waving out of the window
Her smile as red as a wound
And my quiet heart goes to pieces
It´s been a lonely year in this room
And i will not ignore you like before
My january promises are more
Than words softly spoken
I´m filming now
Obsessed with how i look
And everything i told you
Was stolen from a book
I read something about kisses in a science magazine
Something they can´t capture in the sweetest movie scene
Chorus
And i will not ignore you like before
My january promises are more
Than words softly spoken