vendredi, octobre 28, 2011

that city

From this city
I'll remember a time when I was free
Where the time was passing
Without ever wondering

Memories of what could have
Never could have
It's a far far lie
And yeah I did cry

but now that bottle of wine is empty
That heart had enough memory
My time is mine
And who care if i'll be fine?

One last time i'll take a leap
One last time i'll take it deep
And I jump that cliff
Where i'll end up in a drift.