sexta-feira, 29 de agosto de 2008

Speaking their names, they shake the flag
Waking the earth, it lifts and lags
We see a thousand rooms to rest
Helping us taste the bite of death
I know, I know my time has passed
I'm not so young, I'm not so fast
I tremble with the nervous thought
Of having been, at last, forgot

Sufjan Stevens, Come on Feel the Illinoise

2 comentários:

Lyanna Carvalho disse...

Conheci, coincidentemente, essa banda ontem. Ouvindo uma música que se chama Chicago. Doce que só.

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