and we slow to acknowledge the knots in the laces 
heart it races! 
and we go back to where we moved out to the places 
heart it races! 
i bought it in a can and stirred it with my fingers 
threw it out the window 
lately you've been tan, suspicious for the winter 
looks like little splinters 
i sold it to a man 
and threw him out that window he went boom 
made his wife a widow 
heart it races!
1 comentário:
lol.. :) as coisas que tu encontras..genial..ainda assim em fin architecture eu iria mais para um Saarinen ou um Aalto.. :)beijinhos grandes
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