Friday, May 26, 2006

Storm in the morning light



Roads

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Storm,
In the morning light,
I feel,
No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.

I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain't right,
Surely that ain't right.

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.


Portishead . Roads

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Portishead... Roads...
God, acho que não há nada mais perfeito.

Gostei, gostei bastante!

És mau... não me telefonast para eu ouvir Placebo. =/
Mas eu já te desculpei... =P

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Nokkas said...

Também gosto boa escolhaaa****