Looking down on empty streets and all she can see Are the dreams all made solid, The dreams made real All of the buildings, All of the cars Were once just a dream In somebody's head She pictures the broken glass She pictures the steam She pictures a soul...
Retour de vacances un peu brusque, je me suis réveillée ce matin dans une oase de calme et de beauté, et six heures de route plus tard, bien que je retrouve mon lit, je retrouve aussi le bordel du quotidien. Je voudrais juste mettre cette vie en pause encore un peu, histoire de prendre assez de forces pour demarrer sans tomber cette fois-ci.
posted by Eve @ 10:36 AM
Looking down on empty streets and all she can see Are the dreams all made solid, The dreams made real All of the buildings, All of the cars Were once just a dream In somebody's head She pictures the broken glass She pictures the steam She pictures a soul...
