martes, 28 de junio de 2011


Come for me, cover me, come for me, come for me
you cover me, cover me, comfortably, comfort me

And after some time, I know i would go blind
but seeing only binds, the vision to the eye

I lose my voice I know, but i have nothing left to say
(nothing left to pray) no echo in this space

Deerhunter. Agoraphobia. 2008

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