terça-feira, 22 de janeiro de 2008

Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors

Pull the blindfold down
So your eyes can't see
Now run as fast as you can
Through this field of trees
Say goodbye to everyone
You have ever known
You are not gonna see them ever again
I can't shake this feeling I've got
My dirty hands, have I been in the wars?
The saddest thing that I'd ever seen
Were smokers outside the hospital doors

Someone turn me around
Can I start this again?

How can we wear our smiles
With our mouths wide shut
'Cause you stopped us from singin'
I can't shake this feeling I've got
My dirty hands, have I been in the wars?
The saddest thing that I'd ever seen
Were smokers outside the hospital doors

Someone turn me around
Can I start this again?
Now someone turn us around
Can we start this again?

We've all been changed
From what we were
Our broken parts
Left smashed off the floor
I can't believe you
If I can't hear you
I can't believe you
I can't hear you

We've all been changed
From what we were
Our broken parts
Smashed off the floor
We've all been changed
From what we were
Our broken parts
Smashed off the floor

Someone turn me around
(We've all been changed from what we were)
Can I start this again?
(Our broken parts smashed off the floor)
Now someone turn us around
(We've all been changed from what we were)
Can we start this again?
(Our broken parts smashed off the floor)




TOM SMITH para os The Editors no álbum AN END HAS A START

2 comentários:

Ana disse...

SMOKERS OUTSIDE SOARES. já lavaste a loiça windituh?

Supermassive Black-Hole disse...

Realmente, e fazendo uso das palavras do Tom, "the saddest thing that I´ve ever seen were smokers outside Soares dos Reis doors". Parecemos uns cães, mas olha... é assim...
Quanto á loiça, não mistures os teus dramas domésticos com o meu blog. Mas sim, já lavei.
Isso de me chamares windituh é que não... Isto não é um hi5, eu não sou um narcisista...