Letra de The start of something

Voxtrot

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Letra de THE START OF SOMETHING de VOXTROT.

( Voxtrot )

This time of night I could call you up
I´d get angry with athletic ease, break common laws in twos
and threes
If I die clutching your photograph
Don´t call me boring, It´s just ´cause I like you
Take me on back... take me back
To the place where I could feel your heart
Is this the end or just the start of
Something really, really beautiful
Wrapped up and disguised as something really, really ugly,

Won´t you...

Come by and see me, I´m a love letter away
I´d break your name before I´d say, "I really love you, love you, "
I don´t care if you saw, I watched every inch of film
Flash across your Roman features,
And I loved it, loved it; I don´t care if

You think I´m eager to shut your eyes, well
I´m sorry-everybody knows you can´t break me with your gutter prose
Would you believe it, she sent me a letter,
The ring, it nearly weighs her down, she´s got another boy, oh boy
Steady your ears... read my lips
Poetry is not a luxury, it´s how I´ll break this home
And when I´m really ill, won´t you cradle me?
Man is not a noble animal, but maybe woman is, remember,

I heard you...

Inside your room, you said, "You never really live
Until your back´s against the wall, " oh did you really mean it?
I never break my gaze, if just to see this scar remain reflected
in your eyes
I think it´s time to go home

GUITAR SOLO

Oh, tell me your thoughts, tell me your thoughts on liberty,
See there´s a place where I sink to sleeping
Oh, my vote is as red as my blood
Will you join me for another round? I haven´t had the chance
to speak yet

God speed...

I break the law once every week to feel your touch,
What´s a book to you in bed, Do you feel better, older?
This just makes me ill, your name is dripping from my pen
Still you´re not around to curse,
I´ll drop the gun now, I´m still under you...

Marianne, let the ghosts sleep tonight.
Marianne, let the ghosts sleep, just shut your eyes and burn
the past away