she lives in a fairytale...

somewhere too far for us to find
forgotten the taste and smell
of the world that she's left behind

it's all about the exposure the lens I told her
the angles were all wrong, now
she's ripping wings off of butterflies

keep your feet in the ground, when your head's in the clouds


certas coisas minhas não mudam, e hoje eu continuo tentando brincar de esconde-esconde com a realidade... o mundo está acontecendo lá fora, eu estou aqui ouvindo Shinjitsu No Uta e misturando passado com presente, no lugar adequado p isso...