domingo, 30 de outubro de 2011

longing.

running with the streetlights, laughing at the grave he swears he's gonna give it up. It's never gonna be enough, I just wanna be there when you're all alone. thinkin' 'bout a better day when you had it in your bones. this could be the end, this could be the end, this could be the end, this could be the end. I see you in the evening sitting on your throne, playin' with a fireball.