terça-feira, fevereiro 1


"Yes, this fears got a hold on me..."

White Lies - "Death"

"I love the feeling when we lift up
watching the world so small below
I love the dreaming when I think of
the saftey in the clouds out my window
I wonder what keeps us so high up
could there be a love beneth these wings
if we suddenly fall should I scream out
or keep very quite and cling to my mouth as i'm crying
so frightend of dying
relax yes im trying
this fears got a hold on me

Yes, this fears got a hold on me

I love the quite of the night time
when the sun in the deathly sea
I can feel my heart beating as I speed from
then sense of time catching up with me
the sky set out like a pathway
but who decides which path we take
as people drift into a dream world
I close my eyes as my hands shake and when i see a new day
who's driving this anyway
I picture my own grave
cause fears got a hold on me

Yes this fears got a hold on me

Floating neither up or down I wonder when I'll hit the ground
well the earth beneth my body shake
and cast your sleeping hearts awake
could it tremble stars from moon light skies
could it drag a tear from your cold eyes
I live on the right side I sleep in the left
thats why everythings got to be love or death

Yes this fears got a hold on me"

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