guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar guitar

Well I'm so glad they turned us all away
 we'll put it down to fate

I said a thousand million things
 that I could never say this morning

Got too deep, but how deep is too deep?

Now it's only guitar

FeedBaCk #

FeedBack,
Just like what the word means.
You feed, and you get feed back.
Simple, yet, it's pretty difficult to get/feel/give/ask.






The meaning of:

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
 but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Quem percebeu do que estou a falar?

Lunatic.

You lock the door 
And throw away the key 
There's someone in my head, but it's not me
I can't think of anything to say except
I think it's marvelous! Hahaha!