Full Moon
Sitting in a corner all alone,
staring from the bottom of his soul,
watching the night come in from the window
It'll all collapse tonight, the fullmoon is here again
In sickness and in health, understanding so demanding
It has no name, there's one for every season
Makes him insane to know
Running away from it all
"I'll be safe in the cornfields", he thinks Hunted by his own,
again he feels the moon rising on the sky
Find a barn which to sleep in, but can he hide anymore
Someones at the door, understanding too demanding
Can this be wrong, it's love that is not ending
Makes him insane to know
She should not lock the open door
(run away run away, run way)
Fullmoon is on the sky and He's not a man anymore
See the change in Him but can't
(run away run away, run away)
See what became out of her man... Fullmoon
Swimming across the bay,
the nite is gray, so calm today
She doesn't wanna wait.
"We've gotta make the love complete tonight..."
In the mist of (the or your?) morning he cannot fight anymore
Thousands moons or more, he's been howling
Knock on the door, and scream that is soon ending
Mess on the floor again...
She should not lock the open door
(run away run away, run away)
Fullmoon is on the sky and is not a man anymore
Sees the change in him but can't
(run away, run away, run away)
See what became out of her man
She should not lock the open door
(run away run away, run away)
Fullmoon is on the sky and is not a man anymore
Sees the change in him but can't
(run away, run away, run away)
See what became out of her darling man
She should not lock the open door
(run away run away, run away)
Fullmoon is on the sky and is not a man anymore
See what became out of her man
On May 09 2007
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nurysh
On 23/02/2008
Hola de donde eres?? Es que visto que me habias agregado y claro no te conocia?? que tal ??
ninfaurbana
On 26/07/2007
El último día en que contuvimos los recuerdos de ese año,
los ojos que nos observaron,las palabras que dijeron y las que quedaron en el tintero.Los retratos que dibujamos y que dejaremos de dibujar.
El sol que reclina hacia mis ojos, me avisa el último día; palabras que no alcanzo a ver, ni a distinguir pero sí a percibir.
Todo desde aquí comienza a desvanecerse como las nieblas de invierno, todo se convierte en en las cenizas de un cigarrillo.
Acaso pasó tan rápido que no disfrutamos?,aunque no fuese bueno se rescató algo, fue tan sólo como la flor que se marchito y que dejó su semilla para luego florecer nuevamente.
