23 de Março 2013

If I can't be a brave boy jumpin off the head of a mountain.
Then I wonder why the thought of it brings me to the edge of my bed.

If I can't tell the difference from a waterfall and a fountain.
Is it the way that you looked at me then in the moment I said.

That I could sit here for hours waitin on your arrival,
I could sit here for days hopin you'd come out and play,
I could die in a minute and the one chance for survival,
Would be the sound of your beautiful name.

If I cried, would you hold me,
And softly whisper everything is okay?

Because I live to breathe the sky that hangs high above you,
and the tears that I had before will simply say.

That I love you.

That I love you.













O mundo já era,
so i die in thy lips!