quinta-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2013

That stormy weather



Babe, I thought about it and I couldn’t help wonder why did we go so far
Why all the rubbish in my closet is still there
And why all your stuff is still next to my bed
That bed where we used to lie and stay forever
Wouldn’t wanna move our souls, just wouldn’t wanna move.
And how that stormy weather made everything sound worse
When all we were doing is say goodbye
Goodbye doesn’t hurt
What hurts is what stays.