terça-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2010

Every night my dream's the same. Same old city with a different name.
Men are coming to take me away. I don't know why, but I know I can't stay. There's a fear I keep so deep. Knew it's name since before I could speak.
They know my name cause I told it to them, but they don't know where and
they don't know when it's coming, but it's coming. It's coming.