terça-feira, 14 de dezembro de 2010

Fly

Local: Jardim Botânico, Ajuda @ Lisboa.
Data: 12.Julho.2010.
Fotografia & Edição: Marta Araújo.
Especial agradecimento: Mel C.


Father, tell me somethin'
Where do bad men go when they die?
And mother says you'll go there but
Wings for her and I and I don't mind
Cause I have always wanted to learn to...
Fly... learn to
Fly...
Brother, tell me somethin'
If I take this, am I going to die?
And he says no, so then I figure what the hell
I'll try cause it's my life
So light the match and you and I will...
Fly... learn to
Fly...
Cause I'm on my hands and knees I've crawled eternity to beg forgiveness
And someday I'll be there I swear to you, God, as my witness
For all the trusts I've broke and, let justice know, it's just that easy
Cause I'm a liar, I conspired, I'm a liar...
And father tell your son,
It's not your gun and bloody hands
Don't hide behind locked doors
In dresser drawers those bullets wait to fly...

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