jueves, 27 de mayo de 2010

Sometimes I wonder if everything changed
How would we make out?
And now suddenly thunder and everything’s changed
There’s this big dark cloud

We go through the motions like everything’s settled,
but it’s inside out
And it makes us uncomfortable
still holding on when there’s all this doubt

Hovering, hovering, hovering, hovering
You always said that we’d make it through
Troubling, stumbling, fumbling for the words to say
that I’m leaving you
I’m leaving you

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