Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Interpol addicted

It's way too late to be this locked inside ourselves
The trouble is that you're in love with someone else
It should be me.
Oh, it should be me
Your sacred parts, your get aways
You come along on summer days
Tenderly, tastefully

And so may we make time
Try to find somebody else
This place is mine

You said today, you know exactly how I feel
I had my doubts little girl
I'm in love with something real
It could be me that's changing

And so may we make time
To try and find somebody else
Who has a line

Now season with health
Two lovers walk a lakeside mile
Try pleasing with stealth, growing old
See what stands long or ending fast

Oh, how I love you
In the evenings, when we are sleeping
We are sleeping.
Oh, we are sleeping

And so may we make time
We try to find somebody else
Who has a line

Now season with health
Two lovers walk a lakeside mile
Try pleasing with stealth, growing old
See what stands long or ending fast

2 Comments:

At August 24, 2007 at 4:27:00 PM PDT , Blogger s. said...

nem vale a pena dizer o que acho sobre essa música.

 
At December 25, 2007 at 3:35:00 PM PST , Blogger telma said...

you're not the only one.
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