5 abr 2013

the wonderful future

she builds her own satellite from an old rusted chair. she leaves this old world behind and the things that she cares.
maybe she's gone, but it won't be for long. what do I know? maybe she's found what we all dream about. what do I know?

she's beautiful and wonderful, I can't compare, it's not that fair.

she builds a strong alibi from the future that's here, she needs to know I'm alive and that I'm flesh and I tear.
maybe she's wrong but I won't mind my own. what do I know? and their silicone with a touch of her soul. what do I know?

she's beautiful and wonderful, I can't compare, it's not that fair.