segunda-feira, 11 de julho de 2011

Hangover

The lights start to dance
They've never done this before
A strange sync
Turning and blinking

The world is running,
A little bit faster,
A little bit unstable,
A little bit funnier...

People changed too,
They look so funny!
Everybody's so beautiful...
Such beauty in this world
I'd never noticed...

Suddenly, sleep comes.
I gain weight, my head aches,
My body starts to fall...
Soon, I'm asleep.

Then I wake up next morning
And realize:
The headache is all that remains
From the night before...

Um comentário:

Existence disse...

They call that the good old Sunday Blues...