martes, mayo 18, 2010
viernes, mayo 07, 2010
THE CURE - FAITH
Catch me if I fall - I'm losing hold - I cant't just carry on this way - and every time- I turn away - Lose another blind game - The idea of perfection holds me - Suddenly I see you change - Everything at once the same - But the mountain never moves - Rape me like a child - Christened in blood - Painted like an unknown saint-
THERE'S NOTHING LEFT BUT HOPE
Your voice is dead - and old - and always empty
TRUST IN ME THOUGH CLOSING YEARS
Perfect moments wait
IF ONLY WE COULD STAY
PLEASE SAY THE RIGHT WORDS
or cry like the stone white clown - and stand - Lost forever in a happy crowd...
... I WENT AWAY ALONE WITH NOTHING LEFT BUT FAITH...