domingo, 25 de dezembro de 2011

untitled for u

And we ask ourselves again, what special moments are made of?
Words, any involuntary move?I always think about the eyes,oh yes the eyes.
We get stuck in the moment, we can´t move and our eyes won´t let us lie.
Talking about how i hate good byes and the way i go down the stairs, and when i turn on the car always thinking "miss her already".