Wednesday, May 25, 2005

station

you don't need to hear it
but i'm dried up and sick to death of love
if you need to know it
i never really understood that stuff
all the stars and bleeding hearts
all the tears that welled up in my eyes
never meant a thing to me
read 'em as they say and weep
i've never felt enough to cry

i used to be the main express
all steam and whistles heading west
picking up my pain from door to door
riding on the storyline
furnace burning overtime
but this train don't stop,
this train don't stop,
this train don't stop there anymore

when i said that i don't care
it really means my engine's breaking down
the chisel chips my heart again
the granite cracks beneath my skin
i crumble into pieces on the ground
this train don't stop - elton john

2 Comments:

At May 26, 2005 , Blogger Georgia said...

Oie moça bonita!!! To aqui na Bahia, mas lembrei de voce...Bjao!!

 
At May 27, 2005 , Blogger Juliana said...

letra bacana!
;)
bjos

 

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