sábado, 15 de dezembro de 2012

Flightless Bird

Com letras tão confusas e palavras que não se encaixam, ela me entende, e eu entendo ela...
  I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your straight blind eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
And when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming