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ROSEMARY’S SAD EYES

Xtiane

Any wonder.
Any hand on my shoulder.
I was torn inside.
For a moment
I forgot I was broken,
Cause you were all alight
Stepping in my life!

As soon as I looked in your eyes I could see the sadness kept in each tear that you’ve cried.
I want to be the one who dries them, making their beauty shine.

So don’t you go back,
So don’t you go far.
You stay here with me; I’ll never let you down, my friend.
As far as I can do, I’ll never let you down.

I surrender to you.
As soon as I swooned in your arms I could feel the weakness kept in each hug you’ve desired.
I want to be the one who cares and loves you the rest of the time!

Promise…
That you won’t go back,
That you won’t go far.
That you’ll be with me and never let me drawn again.
As far as I can do for you, I’ll do, I’ll do.
Cause I, cause I…
As much as I could, as much as I’ll be loving you.

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CRASHING LIKE A SPACESHIP

Xtiane

Knock, knock,
and the lights fall.
Last page
of a dark book.
Inside
of the “outside”.
Lost somewhere
deep in you.

And the riots in my head seem to be closer.
And my first days lost in your highways are here.

Let me take part
Let me take part
of the stars.

Let me take part
Let me take part
of a crumbled sky.

It’s up to you that I keep flying.
I wonder if I’m going back home.

Crashing
like a spaceship.
Crushing
blow to the head.
This is all fall
to pieces.
I said knock, knock,
let me in.

And the riots in my head seem to be closer.
And my first days lost in your highways are here.

Let me take part
Let me take part
of the stars.

Let me take part
Let me take part
of a crumbled sky.

It’s up to you that I keep flying.
I wonder if I’m going back home. (2)

(It’s up to you that I keep dreaming.
I wonder if I’m giving up drugs.)

NOTHING

Xtiane


Grabbed the toothpaste,
Put the jacket on.
Stared for last time at your dirty clothes, on the floor.

A good, foggy day to walk away,
Started the car and drove through acid rain, on my way.

As a tear ran down my face,
Bitter vodka in my mouth I could taste.

Parked in the middle of the lonely road,
Lighted a cigarette, another nip, and dark smoke.

Wet ground felt in my fingertips,
Exposed body, glance lost in nothing.

All I did was always wrong,
Never meant to make you suffer with that rope.

Now I’m driving once again,
In my head: your ended youth
And some toothpaste coming out of the tube.