06 junho 2008

Sexta.


All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

The Story, Brandi Carlile

4 comentários:

méri disse...

Penso que é a primeira vez que abro a caixa de comentários, mas há muito que sigo este blog ( ainda era e seria individual) com imenso interesse.
Gosto tanto deste texto que lhe vinha pedir se o posso transcrever para o meu blogue, com a devida referência ao seu.

Cristina disse...

méri

e ainda bem que o fez!

não precisa de referencia querida, o texto obviamente não é meu :)

beijos, diga mais coisas :)

méri disse...

Obrigada! Já lá está :)
(não me canso de vir ouvir)

dalloway disse...

Sexta com mimos destes... faz dela um feriado.

Beijo na ponta do nariz