Samson Regina Spektor
Beneath the stars came falling on our heads
But they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met
Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me i was beautiful and
Came into my bed
Oh i cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that i'd done alright
And kissed me till the morning light

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first

1 comentário:

  1. Para si, Ave nocturna que me povoa os sonhos, com a beleza dos seus textos...

    Quem nos meus olhos tristonhos
    na minha cabeça orvalhada
    esvoaça suas asas clementes
    pousa na minha alma cansada?
    Talvez uma ave que passa
    que passa sem grande alarde.
    Talvez uma ave que passa...
    Sim, uma ave... mais nada.