domingo, 14 de febrero de 2010

ashes of paradise

Here we are

burning out our funny words

(ashes of glory)

Open up the s k y, tell your parents
We’re going to take
a lovely trip

Waking up the sleeping dust of these empty streets
(I must confess that I feel proud by this joy)

Ashes of glory

Twisted tongues, simple words

You sound so

pretty small like those days

Ashes of glory

Just turn back the needles
We don’t need a dictionary
Words come to us
so fast

a sort of mist and a tenderness

that blooms in our restless spirits

I’m so delighted by your presence

(All this beautiful shit isn’t necessary)

Thousands of cigarettes had been burned out
I’m singing this song

And I don’t need any fucking rule


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