[ breviário de decomposição ]

quarta-feira, 26 de março de 2008


i'm all out of hope
one more bad dream could bring a fall
when i'm far from home
don't call me on the phone
to tell me you're alone
it's easy to deceive
it's easy to tease
but hard to get release

les yeux sans visage
eyes without a face
les yeux sans visage
eyes without a face
les yeux sans visage
eyes without a face
got no human grace
your eyes without a face

i spend so much time
believing all the lies
to keep the dream alive
now it makes me sad
it makes me mad at truth
for loving what was you

when you hear the music you make a dip
into someone else's pocket then make a slip
steal a car and go to las vegas oh, the gigolo pool
hanging out by the state line
turning holy water into wine
bringing it down, oh
i'm on a bus on a psychedelic trip
reading murder books tryin' to stay hip
i'm thinkin' of you you're out there so
say your prayers
say your prayers
say your prayers

now i close my eyes
and i wonder why
i don't despise
now all i can do
is love what was once
so alive and new
but it's gone from your eyes
i'd better realize

such a human waste
your eyes without a face

eyes without a face, billy idol.

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