...ja musta se tuntuu ihan loputtomalta, vaikka oon ollu täällä ruhtinaalliset kaks päivää. eikä sunnuntaina satanu. sitä on tottunu liian hyvälle... ;)
suuresti ihailemani mies david fonseca pitää mulle seuraa:
I open the mailbox every hour
Maybe I'll hit the postman
I want to hear some love words
But not in that dyslexic voice
No I won't tear apart for you
But I was given no choice
I guess I was trying to keep me alive
But once I was dead there was nothing to do beside
Picking me up and lying me down
Waiting for some angel
To wake me and say to me
"Hello. Don't be scared. I want you to know, you're not dead."
...mutta minkälainen on dyslexic voice? :D