Udazkena

lunes, 16 de febrero de 2015

I'll try to fix you

'Cause you get lighter the more it gets dark.. 




When the days are cold and the cards all fold, and the saints we see are all made of gold, when your dreams all fail and the ones we hail are the worst of all and the blood's run stale..  I want to hide the truth, I want to shelter you but with the beast inside there's nowhere we can hide.. 

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