Showing posts with label Goal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Goal. Show all posts

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Bailarina

Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
dance, dance

It's time
to choose your own choices and
to deal with your thoughts again
don't wait your turn to come in the line

if life's chaos
want to sink into this black hole
chances won't scape from you, you know
you're in a roller coaster aiming to hold your goal 
faster than ever and 'never' is just a word!

Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
dance, dance

[piano+voice]
In my daydream I've been
I believe I got an explosion
inside my heart, so deep
something that puts me up 
when I'm very bad
I've laid down all my belief
in real things, forgetting I'm emotional
Maybe I need you to see
how is the reality, how lovely I can be

Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
dance, dance, dance, dance, dance...

Knives in the toes, with her high heels off
I found you out, but I need to allow this love
you're treating me rough, is there link between souls?
I'll fight for my crown, my braveness turns on my show

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Goal

I call your name in the rooms
I built a nest in your last words
stuck in a bad feeling
with horses pulling my heart up

I felt your smell in the kitchen
I felt a cold wind running
I looked at you in this sunny,
fucking weekday

I cut my finger in sink
blood stained my sorrow veil
I saw your eyes, so bright
'Cause of your pain, insane

of breakthroughs, of breaking up
maybe love is not for you
look for your real goal
goal
goal

My reaction of protection
wants to avoid that all
it already was caught in ears
I don't believe it though

congratulations little baby
you make me feel so high
what a pity I can't control my
atomic bomb before the

breakthroughs, the breaking up
maybe love is not for you
look for your real goal
goal
goal

let the gong roar
forget that whore
baby come home
your children and me need a Al Pacino
they offer you cars
a star next to Mars
I'll give you just a try
to make different of the other boys

some breakthroughs, some breaking up
maybe love is not for you
look for your real goal
goal
goal
goal
goal
...