Out of sight
out of mind
Out of time to decide
Do we run?
Should I hide for the rest of my life?
Can we fly?
Do I stay?
We could lose, we could fail
And the more minutes take
to make planer or mistakes 30 minutes,
a blink of an eye 30 minutes,
to alter our lifes 30 minutes,
to make up my mind 30 minutes,
to finally decide 30 minutes,
to whisper your name 30 minutes,
to shoulder the blame 30 minutes of bliss,
30 lies 30 minutes,
to finally decide
Carousels in the sky, that we shape with our eyes
Under shade silhouettes casting shapes crying rain
Can we fly?
Do I stay?
We could lose, we could fail
Either way, options change
Chances fail, trains derail.
1 comentario:
Que tengas un feliz Verano.
De una lectora empedernida..
¡Muchos Besos!
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