Laulunsanoja:
Chris Zabriskie The Black Hole

You can wait another minute write a book and put me in it you can scream my name at night i?ll be there to hold you tight my grandpa died when i was

My heart?s still beating my mind?s repeating the first kind greeting from you i know i?m trying but am i dying? or am i flying in you it?s all around

Put your face to mine bring your whispers to my ear there?s something that i want you to hear write your words to me on blackboards clean i now know

This is a habit of mine the things we can?t keep inside the way you close your eyes the bluest of blue skies the skin that always shows the hair that

I was confused not long ago i said ?what will i do if my life isn?t slow ?and relaxed and it rushes like hurricanes blow? ?i?m frightened.? but then