letra de books and broken windows - magic punches
the clock is singing in a voice so low,
that you’ll be getting here an hour ago,
and when you get here i’ll have lots to show,
collections of books and broken windows.
i keep your letter in the dresser drawer,
beneath the keys that i don’t use no more,
it reminds me of the winter from the year before,
when i threw rocks up at your window.
oh, it seems a little bit strange,
that when you develop pictures all the faces they change,
the old reflections of the people that have come and gone.
the city’s sleeping in a bed of streets,
comfortably resting in its late night sheets,
the snow is crumpling under christmas feet,
by the church with the stained gl-ss windows.
the clock is singing in a voice so loud,
that you’ll come running through the station crowd,
while i’m at home watching the midnight clouds,
writing songs by my bedroom window.
yeah, it seems a little bit strange,
that when you develop pictures all the faces they change,
the old reflections of the people that have come and gone.
drinking all the wine and wasting my time,
standing in a line for a face thats so fine,
i want to be the light that shines.
letras aleatórias
- julia zugaj › letra de letni sen - julia żugaj
- iskender › letra de culpable - iskender
- maedon x › letra de breathe it in - maedon-x
- gigi posada › letra de violeta - gigi posada
- ck sula › letra de wanna know - ck sula
- jay jody › letra de watching you - jay jody
- owenokay › letra de better off dead - owenokay
- dara › letra de in or out - dara
- marty mccall › letra de caedmon's hymn / christ is risen - marty mccall
- minus turmoil › letra de away we go - minus turmoil