tisdag 24 augusti 2010

waiting by the mailbox

Waiting in my room and I lock the door
I watch the coloured animals across the floor
And I'm looking from a distance
And I'm listening to the whispers

And oh it ain't the same,
When you're falling out of feeling
And you're falling in and caught again

My heart is in economy
Due to this autonomy
Rolling in and caught again
Caught again

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