IRC-Galleria

(KUVAMATERIAALIN KATSELU OMALLA VASTUULLA)

We are the crowd,
We're c-coming out
Got my flash on it's true
Need that picture of you
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastical

Leather and jeans a watch on my wrist,
Not sure what it means,
But this photo of us
It don't have a price
Ready for those flashing lights,
Cause you know that baby i

Im your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi,
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that i'll be your
Papa-paparazzi

walking ahead
its two o'clock, not in the afternoon
walking ahead
but all over the place inside my head
even as knowing
it might aid to breathe occasionally

forth from the dask
altough i left my mind to wander
altough really
trying to act there's not the questions
no longer
knowing theres not the answers

inhaling, exhaling
and once more
on the street corner
before entering
when carrying the burden

with the smile i leave for seeing

treading the districts
knowing im not alone currently
couple of months
and id sense you breathing
also on behalf of me
these days are getting blurry around

waiting, fading
when ill get to see the endpoint?
counting again
while passing the streetlights

The fear no-one finds out, by asking
hope tomorrow's a new day, different chasing
ask anything you need to
talk to the closed doors, douple-glazing

A small bright light is stunning far from this block
A small bright light as my chance

Tend to ignore of more, we've been
tend to demolish the district, restart from this far
its what we're used to
now all's started by who

Its clear you do know now, not by hearing
hope tomorrow's a basic day, normal, brighter
the heat, while such a cold day, in my cell
landed on our own feet, ought to, continue

Such a small mind to escape from
Such a small for two dwellers

There we sat on a rough rock, almost taken by the waves of the sea
reached your soles and mine too, heard four letters, cold, i agree

Complained about nothing, there was nothing what to grumble about
the evening and the lights of the harbour, still saw nothing but you around

You lofted a question to the air, where've the minutes really gone
three weeks, and how much ahead, thats also one of the things i dont get

I threw my hoodie on, while the sun escaped from the view
i tried to draw it back into its own place, and keep hold of you

Vai et semmone mustanpitsin yö. Ei voi muuta sanoa kuin: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nE8hYZzimM

Tyynyni alta löytynyt hiuspinni etsii omistajaansa.
Jos tiedät asiasta, soita tähän numeroon.
Olen tavoiteltavissa huomenna kello kuuden jälkeen.
Numeron voit pistää muistiin.

There's some things we don't talk about
Rather do without
And just hold the smile
Falling in and out of love
Amazed and proud of
Together all the while