sábado, enero 23, 2010

The Wave Pictures - January and December

The years answers melts, in a wet, winter kiss.
January and december, you and me forever.
My horse is as tall as a wall fully recovered from the fall.
Hit record and watch him crawl, into your pocket.

If you hold me like you planned too, never let me go.
What i want to know is when this pub closes.

My horse is as high as a house, with the furniture burning and the windows smashed out.
Hit pause and walk him out, out of your pocket.

If you hold me like you planned too, never let me go.
What i want to know, is when this pub closes.
If you hold me like you planned too, never let me go.
what i want to know is when this pub closes.
When this pub closes