Dreaming
Maybe my life ain’t what it seem to be
what if it’s true that sleep’s the cousin of death
maybe someone is just dreaming me
then i hope she’s not about to wake up yet…
Turn the music down low…
so she doesn’t wake up, no…
Your eyes
Your eyes like crashing jets
Fixed in stained glass
But not religious
You should pay rent in my mind.
The night was still young, their lives were still young, and who knows…
They just might fulfil one and others’ needs over this butter beat,
It’s a bitter sweet little lovers’ theme…
You
“I couldn´t see what I was doing, baby move, in the wrong direction,
not even a reflection from the Moon can got me,
or a voice inside me, cause there´s too much noise in society,
but
this is the first time I sunshine in a long time,
let´s celebrate it by writing a song like this… “
Promoe
Stop explotación animal
No apoyes su esclavitud. No vayas al circo con animales.
