Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Una Tortura.

Hop a fast train out of town, Downside up and upside down. Going fast is going slow.... What could've been, we'll never know. In this place that has no name, I can't remember why I came...
Nothing is ever what it seems, When you live inside your dreams.
The walls will tumble,
But I'm not gonna cry. My heart won't crumble, If we ever say goodbye.
Everybody gets the joke Where's the fire? Where's the smoke? Money, love and jealousy Something's got a hold of me.

One more mile.
One more kiss. One more word. One more wish.

And love will save us This I know. Goodbye now...