everyday i sit and daydream about you. alas our lives are nothing like my dreams. i'm here, rotting away in my despair. you're across the globe, oblivious to me. if only you could see that i'm everything you want, need. so far away, yet so close.
You know I don't like you But you want to be my friend There are bodies on the ceiling And they are fluttering their wings It's ok, I'm angry But you'll never understand You dream of Michelangelo They hang above your hands
And I know, she is not my friend And I know, cuz there she goes Walking on my skin again
And I can't see why You want to talk to me When your vision of America Is crystal and clean I wanna white bread life Just something ignorant in the rain But from the walls of Michelangelo I'm dangling again.
And I know, she is not my friend And I know, cuz there she goes Walking on my skin again and again
Saturn on a line The sun afire of strings and wires Spin above my head and make it right Anytime you'd like, you can catch a sight Of angel eyes on emptiness and infinite And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed I see God upon the ceiling I see angels overhead And he seems so close As he reaches out his hand We are never quite as close As we are led to understand
And I know, she is not my friend And I know, cuz there she goes walking walking walking And I know, she is not my friend And I know, cuz there she goes walking on my skin again and again On my mind Oh Lord No Yes she's walking on my skin again and again
7 comments:
demain ce soir de jeudi
vingt-cent heures exactament
manos a mano
vis a vis
tete a tete
a mi casa
frapper a ma porte
nous avons en inacheve d'affaires pour discuter
decevez ne pas moi
明日の夜に木曜日
22時間を正確に
私の家になる
私たちがやりかけの仕事の話をする
失望することはない
明日の夜に木曜日
20時間を正確に
いいえ
22時間
Heute Abend auf acht
Kommen Sie zu meinem Haus
Wir haben unerledigte Aufgaben zu diskutieren
nicht enttäuschen mir!
Stasera a venti cento ore
Vieni a casa mia
abbiamo molto da discutere
non si vuole deludere me
decevez ne pas moi
失望することはない
no decepcione
nicht enttäuschen mir!
non si vuole deludere me
You know I don't like you
But you want to be my friend
There are bodies on the ceiling
And they are fluttering their wings
It's ok, I'm angry
But you'll never understand
You dream of Michelangelo
They hang above your hands
And I know, she is not my friend
And I know, cuz there she goes
Walking on my skin again
And I can't see why
You want to talk to me
When your vision of America
Is crystal and clean
I wanna white bread life
Just something ignorant in the rain
But from the walls of Michelangelo
I'm dangling again.
And I know, she is not my friend
And I know, cuz there she goes
Walking on my skin again and again
Saturn on a line
The sun afire of strings and wires
Spin above my head and make it right
Anytime you'd like, you can catch a sight
Of angel eyes on emptiness and infinite
And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed
I see God upon the ceiling
I see angels overhead
And he seems so close
As he reaches out his hand
We are never quite as close
As we are led to understand
And I know, she is not my friend
And I know, cuz there she goes walking walking walking
And I know, she is not my friend
And I know, cuz there she goes
walking on my skin again and again
On my mind
Oh Lord No
Yes she's walking on my skin again and again
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