Saturday, May 17, 2008

Expecting to Fly

There you stood on the edge of your feather,
Expecting to fly.

While I laughed, I wondered whether
I could wave goodbye,
Knowin' that you'd gone.
By the summer it was healing,
We had said goodbye.
All the years we'd spent with feeling
Ended with a cry,
Babe, ended with a cry,
Babe, ended with a cry.

I tried so hard to stand
As I stumbled and fell to the ground.
So hard to laugh as I fumbled
And reached for the love I found,
Knowin' it was gone.
If I ever lived without you,
Now you know I'll die.
If I ever said I loved you,
Now you know tried,
Babe, now you know I tried.
Babe, now you know I tried.


rafaela said...

Oh, assenta-me muito bem hoje =)

ulrich said...

e depois queixas-te da melancolia de fim-de-semana...