terça-feira, setembro 30, 2008

I Cant Seem To Make You Mine - The Clientele

In the silence of the garden

Moss arizing on the wind

And the beast is pondering

love love love

'Till the rusty nail grow dim

I can't seem to make you mine

Through the long and lonely night

And I try so hard, darling

But the crowd pulled you away

Through the rhythm and the rain

And the ivy coiled around my hand

So I lingered with the people

In the silent August glade

But the rain has brought the night

And the night has brought the rain

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