sábado, 28 de abril de 2007

Inside of love

Watching terrible tv
It kills all thought
Getting spacier than an astronaut
Making out with peopleI hardly know or like
I can't believe what i do
Late at nightI wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I'm standing at the gates
I see the beauty above
Only when we get to see
The aerial view
Will the patterns show
We'll know what to do
I know the last page so well
I can't see the first
So i just don't start
It's getting worse
I can't find my way in
I try again and again
I'm on the outside of love
Always under or above
Must be a different view
To be a me with a you
Of course i'll be alrightI just had a bad night