domingo, 5 de febrero de 2012

Talking to the Moon: BM.

 I want you back, I want you back
 My neighbors think I'm crazy,
but they don't understand.
 At night when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself talking to the Moon try to get to you.
 Who sits alone talking to the moon...
 They say I've gone mad.
I've gone mad.
But they don't know what I know.
Cause every night...