sábado, 2 de agosto de 2008

Look to the clock on the wall Hands hardly moving at all I can't stand the state that i'm in Sometimes it feels like the wall's closing in Oh lord what can i say I'm so sad since you went away Time time tickin' on me Alone is the last place i wanted to be Lord what can i say Try and burn my troubles away Drown my sorrow the same way It seems no matter how hard i try It feels like there's something just missing inside What can I say, Brandi Carlile