torsdag, august 30, 2007

Dinner at Eight

No matter how strong
I'm gonna take you down
With one little stone
I'm gonna break you down
And see what you're worth
What you're really worth to me

Det destruktivt man aldri forteller noen om.
Et ønske om å skade de man elsker.

Dinner at eight was okay
Before the toast full of gleams
It was great until those old magazines
Got us started up again
Actually it was probably me again

"En krangel er aldri bare en persons feil."
Livsløgnen til en voksen generasjon.

But 'til then no, Daddy, don't be surprised
If I wanna see the tears in your eyes
Then I know it had to be long ago
Actually in the drifting white snow
You loved me

Det handler ikke om å vinne.
Det handler om å ha blitt elsket. Lengst.

No matter how strong
I'm gonna take you down
With one little stone
I'm gonna break you down
And see what you're worth
What you're really worth to me

Når er man sårbar?
Når man er ærlig og sier høyt hva man føler?

Jeg elsker Rufus Wainwright.

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