miércoles, 11 de junio de 2008

·Stop Swimming·

This song leaks out onto the pavement
It could be a joke, it could be a statement
The more that I fake it and pretend I don't care
The more you can read in to what isn't there
Maybe it's time to stop swimming
Maybe it's time to find out where I'm at
What I should do and where I should be
But no-one will give me a map
I'll leave now this can't continue
But I forget which door I came through
And I know that the lift can be painfully slow
So I think I'll leave through the window

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

I don't wanna stop swimming... I think I'll keep trying... Because I'm sure I'll find the treasure once I get to the shore... Just let me get there...