terça-feira, 7 de abril de 2009
Those days when you wake up and there's no one by your side. My arm slides slowly to my left side and to my right side, there's no one thereto kiss you or to hear you. And you go out of bed, thinking in those days that you need…you used to talk and talk about, and everything that stops your attention you used to talk, talk about. Everything. Those days when you walk at the bar, and try to keep a conversation with somebody else. And no one out there you could sit down or walk. There's no one there. Five minutes of love. Five minutes of hate. Five minutes I try to call your name. Five minutes of passion. And no one knows the right place to go, no meaning or just self-control maybe. And you walk out of there, you need to talk with somebody else. And to know the problems are waiting for outside the door, are waiting for. The clock won't stop…And even if it stops. Five minutes of love. Five minutes of hate. Five minutes I try to call your name…Of passion. Five minutes of everything…of everything. Maybe you want to talk about old questions, right next to my ear, but I don't care about those silly things,cause all I need is five minutes of everything.