There’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
there’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
it’s still a little hard to say what's going on
there’s still a little bit of your ghost your witness
there’s still a little piece of your face i haven't kissed
you step a little closer to me
still i can't see what's going on
stones taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball
soul-meets-body
18 ans
strasbourg
(67)
France
# Posté le dimanche 06 mai 2007 10:43
Modifié le mercredi 03 septembre 2008 03:07
