Confissões à queima roupa

quarta-feira, janeiro 02, 2008

The Arcade Fire

No Cars Go








We know a place where no planes go
We know a place where no ships go


(Hey!) No cars go
(Hey!) No cars go

Where we know


We know a place no space ships go
We know a place where no subs go


(Hey!) No cars go
(Hey!) No cars go
Where we know


(Hey!)

(Hey!)
(Cars go!)


(Hey!) Us kids know
(Hey!) No cars go
Where we know


Between the click of the light and the start of the
dream
Between the click of the light and the start of the
dream
Between the click of the light and the start of the
dream
Between the click of the light and the start of the
dream


I don’t want any pushing, and I don’t want
any shoving.
We’re gonna do this in an orderly manner.
Women and children!
Women and children!
Women and children, let’s go!
Old folks, let’s go!
Babies needing cribs, let’s go!

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anónimo said...

porque é que as músicas que tu gostas sao sempre as músicas que eu gosto??

ainda bem que te encontrei alma gémea

2:24 da manhã  

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