vendredi 6 mai 2011

Warmth

Come closer to the fire, my darling,
It must be cold outside, your eyes' been crying
(don't think I wouldn't have noticed it)
These days, it seems I've been walking

farther into your world and further away from mine
…And somehow, it feels perfectly fine.
Yeah, that's perfectly fine.

Under the tattoos, the pride
What is it that you hide?
... Someday, I will find my way inside.

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