segunda-feira, 10 de maio de 2010



Where do you stand when it's all over
Washed from the earth
And down to the sea
Do you lie in a bed of roses


Are you still aware
I guess that you don't care about it now


I see your shadow knocking at my door
All plastic face and shaking hands
Now how much space could ever hold your here


Are you still aware
I guess that you don't care about it now


Where do you stand when it's all over
Washed from the earth
And down to the sea
Do you lie in a bed of roses


Are you still aware
I guess that you don't care about it now


Are you still aware
I guess that you don't care about it now