sexta-feira, 13 de fevereiro de 2009

I did my best to notice when the call came down the line, up to the platform of surrender. I was brought but I was kind and sometimes I get nervous when I see an open door. Close your eyes, clear your heart, cut the cord. are we human or are we dancers? My sign is vital, my hands are cold and I'm on my knees looking for the answer. Are we human or are we dancers? Pay my respects to grace and virtue. Send my condolences to good. Give my regards to soul and romance, they always did the best they could. You taught me everything I know. Wish me well. You've gotta let me go.