going round and round and round and round.
nothing starts anew and how i hate it.
I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When we're grey and old
'cos I have been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I'm lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel the love is dead
I'm loving angels instead
i like this advertisment on FIFA world cup. it's not exactly it, but i'm trying to get all the words right.
you can stand on this field of gold and green. you can hear billions of heart beating as one. you can fill 90minutes of tragedy, triumph, and amazing grace. you can carry them forever in your soul, with dreams carved on every goal. this, is where you belong. this, is where legends are born.
