dijous, 17 de maig de 2012

In a matter of time


You go for a walk in the park 'cause you don't need anything.
Your hand that you sometimes hold doesn't do anything.
The face that you see in the door isn't standing there anymore.

In a matter of time, it would slip from my mind.
In and out of my life, you would slip from my mind.
In a matter of time.

The face that you saw in the door isn't looking at you anymore.
The name that you call in its place isn't waiting for your embrace.
The word that you learned to behold cannot hold you anymore.

In a matter of time it, would slip from my mind.
In and out of my life, you would slip from my mind.
In a matter of time.

More, you want more.
More, you want more, you tell me.
More, only time can know you.

Beach House, Walk in the park.

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