I've got electric light and I've got second sight... and amazing powers of observation. And that is how I know when I try to get through on the telephone to you: there'll be nobody home. I've got nicotine stains on my fingers. I've got wild staring eyes. I've got a strong urge to fly, but I got nowhere to fly to. Baby, when I pick up the phone... there's still nobody home.
segunda-feira, 27 de dezembro de 2010
você e a noite escura
"ás vezes eu não sei se é a noite ou a vontade de te ter agora..."
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