poesia musicalizada. gosto doce do amargo.

Yeah, but nobody searches
And nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you've wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
Then I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me [Yesterday]
Dissipate in a violet blaze...

Can't you see what you've done to my heart and soul?



De Slow Hands - Interpol.
Na imagem, Paul Banks [=D]