domingo, 8 de agosto de 1999

Eyes wide shut

With my eyes wide shut

Killing time, wet face

Can’t help bringing up

The moments we made…

Made them from nothing

One after the other

I can hear Vedder sing

Everytime I remember.

Close together in the attic

The smell of your sweet sweat

So intense I could taste it

Now I’m lost without

Your sweet sweet sweat…

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