martes, 21 de septiembre de 2010

Damien Rice....There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth, There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt....

It's still a little hard to say what's going on, There's still a little bit of your ghost your witness, There's still a little piece of your face I haven't kissed, You step a little closer each day, Still I can't see what's going on, Stones taught me to fly, Love taught me to lie, Life taught me to die, So it's not hard to fall, When you float like a cannonball, There's still a little bit of your song in my ear, There's still a little bit of your words I long to hear, You step a little closer to me, So close that I can't see what's going on, Stones taught me to fly, Love taught me to lie, Life taught me to die, So it's not hard to fall, When you float like a cannon, Stones taught me to fly, Love taught me to cry, So come on courage, Teach me to be shy, 'Cause it's not hard to fall and I don't want to scare her, It's not hard to fall and I don't wanna lose, It's not hard to grow, When you know that you just don't know

Erase Errata....What catastrophic insight You've scripted ....

Was like a sitcom, Like i want for obies And you hope for a series, Blood whithers to dust, Stick around for 7 seasons, I have studied costuming, I have good inflection, I move to the city, I practice my centering, A passion for acting filled me....