specific

Is there a specific way to do the things you love?
Is there a specific way to love the things you do?

Nothings is final.


I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I open them and all is born again.


What did I wanted to say!?
I don’t know.
If you read between the lines, you just saw it.
And in the end:

Can You remember who You were 

before the world told who 

You should be?

Mad girls love song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.

/SP