quinta-feira, outubro 25, 2001

Third Eye Blind -- How's It Going To Be

I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore,
Before you take a swing, I wonder What are we fighting
for,
When I say out loud, I want to get out of this, I wonder,
Is there anything I'm going to miss,
How's it going to be, When you don't know me,
How's it going to be, When you're sure I'm not there,
How's it going to be, When there is no one there to talk to
about,
How's it going to be, 'Cause I don't care',
How's it going to be,
Where we used to laugh, There's a shouting match,
Sharp as a thumbnail scratch,
A silence I can't ignore,
Like...The hammocks and the doorways we spent time in,
Swing empty,
don't see lightning like last fall when it was about
to hit me,
I guess that's how it's going to be
How's it going to be
When you don't know me, any more
How's it going to be
Want to get back in again,
The soft dive of oblivian.
Want to taste the salt of your skin
The soft dive of oblivian.

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