Thursday, December 18, 2008

He is flying high in the sky amongst the clouds

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Safe trip. Love you lots


Last Day of Magic
(by The Kills)
We’re two parties, two parties ending
What if you move? What if you hide?
There’s only so much you can miss
Before we both collide

My little tornado
My little hurricano

Last day of magic, where are you?
My little tornado, my little hurricano

We’re two parties, two parties ending
I’ll be the man with the broom
If you’ll be the guts of the room
And there’s only so much you can hide
Before I corner you

Last day of magic, where are you?
My little tornado, my little hurricano

Last day of magic, coming through
The eye of the storm, and I hold on to
my little tornado, my little hurricano

I’ll be the man with the broom
If you’ll be the guts of the room
And there’s only so much you can hide
Before I corner you

Last day of magic, put a hole right through
the eye of the storm in a single room
my little tornado, my little hurricano

Calvary come, calvary go
Calvary leave me alone
my little serinado, my little cococaino

Last day of magic, where are you?
My little tornado, my little hurricano
Photograh by Amanda Austin

2 comments:

D said...

I love this song, and her sheer top in the pic.

THE BAT said...

i love the sheer. your blog is so cool! would you exchange links with me?