sexta-feira, 17 de junho de 2011

shine on your face

When the night falls down on the city
You're alone, nowhere to go, , no one to phone
Who can take away your sorrow
Seat yourself on a rall way station
Waiting for the next train
By now the stars are coming out
Even if you don't their names
Someone does

If darkness is the only friend you have
Oh! Misery you use to say
Happiness is a hot syringe