domingo, 13 de marzo de 2011

I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible, I'm terrified to speak, but you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt; now the rain is washing you out of my hair and out of my mind, keeping an eye on the world, so many thousands of feet off the ground, I'm over you now I'm at home in the clouds towering over your head