Sunday, February 28, 2010

k.d. lang


Because I want and need it. So do you.

Memories of children
Are written in stone
Some, they get buried
Not to be shown
Still they do linger
Deep down inside
Like a seed that's been planted
And won't be denied

Helpless (cut #3)
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked
and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow.


so take a lesson from the strangeness you feel 
and know you`ll never be the same  

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