Saturday 18 April 2009 photo 1/4
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Let’s fly into the milky-way, climb these concrete walls and say don’t ever close us in.
Like every city needs a distance,
every sky demands a moon,
every winter needs a snowfall,
every summer wants a June.
Money is just a piece of paper,
gold is blinding – don’t you see.
Fame is just our own illusion, of what life is meant to be.
But I don’t need a perfect mirror, I don’t care for queens and kings.
We are free and we are perfect.
Like every city needs a distance,
every sky demands a moon,
every winter needs a snowfall,
every summer wants a June.
Money is just a piece of paper,
gold is blinding – don’t you see.
Fame is just our own illusion, of what life is meant to be.
But I don’t need a perfect mirror, I don’t care for queens and kings.
Annons