lunes, septiembre 18, 2006

Plush

And I feel
that time's a wasted go
So where you going to tomorrow
And I see
that these are lies to come
Would you even care?

And I feel it
And I feel it
Where you going to tomorrow?
Where you going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs beging to smell her
Will she smell alone

And I feel
so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom
And I see
that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?

And I feel it
And she feels it
Where you going to tomorrow?
Where you going to with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
She find it
she find it
she find it