5 acessos
Lost on the stage
I was looking her way to see,
She was naming the dead
And talking in poetry.
And every line is a bookshelf,
And i won't feel sorry for myself,
Your heart is desperately damaged,
And my heart is a wasp's nest.
(2x)
And i hate that river
I know i have rivals dear,
But if books are my home
Then you killed my family.
And every line is a bookshelf,
And i won't feel sorry for myself,
Your heart is desperately damaged,
And my heart is a wasp's nest.
(2x)
My heart is a wasp's nest,
My imagination was the first apple tree.
(4x)
And every line is a bookshelf,
And i won't feel sorry for myself,
Your heart is desperately damaged,
And my heart is a wasp's nest.