lunes, 17 de diciembre de 2012

If you're lost in your thought
Or you're sinking like a stone
Carry on
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground

Carry on
My head is on fire
But my legs are fine
Because after all they are mine
Lay your clothes down on the floor
Close the door
Hold the phone
Show me how
No one’s ever gonna stop us now