Abustina.: Microrrelatos III

Come away with me in the night.
Come away with me,
And I will write you a song .
Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they cant tempt us
With their lies.
I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day,
In fields where the yellow grass grows
knee-high,
So wont you try to come.
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop.
Come away with me
And i'll never stop loving you.
And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof,
While I'm safe there in your arms.
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night.
Come away with me.

She was standing there by the broken tree
Her hands were all twisted she was pointing at me
I was damned by the light coming out of her eyes
She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky
She said ' Come on over to the bitter shade,
I will wrap you in my arms and you'll know you've been saved'
Let me sign, let me sign, can't fight the devil so just let me sign.

I was out for a drink in a soho bar
The air was smoked out liked a cheap cigar
She rose out of her seat like a painted ghost
She was the woman that I wanted the most
As she reached for my arm I gave her my hand
I said 'Lay me down easy let me understand'
Let me sign, let sign, can't fight the devil so just let me sign.

As I walked through the door she was still in my head
As I entered the room she was laid there in bed
She reached out for me all twisted in black
I was on my way down, never coming back
let me sign, let me sign, can't fight the devil so just
let me sign.let me sign, let me sign, can't fight the devil so just let me sign.

Abustina.

miércoles, 22 de julio de 2009

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