If you’re a cowboy I would trail you,
If you’re a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you’re a river I would swim you,
If you’re a house I would live in you all my days.
If you’re a preacher I’d begin to change my ways.
(...)
If I was in jail I know you’d spring me
If I was a telephone you’d ring me all day long
If was in pain I know you’d sing me soothing songs.
(...)
If I was hungry you would feed me
If I was in darkness you would lead me to the light
If I was a book I know you’d read me every night.
(...)

Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
(...)

Melua

' bed is feeling really good these days ,
parties are wellcoming in any ways ,
run to my arms and say that, tomorrow ,
oh tomorrow, I'll be able to forget bad stays

... but tomorrow , oh tomorrow ,
I'll still be wanting you
and the other faces ,
which give me loove .

What a Week,
What a Friday Night,
What a Future.

With so many things to do,
Rrrg.


It's sad but it's true how society says
Her life is already over
There's nothing to do and there's nothing to say