She loves a soul
That I've never been,
A dog among dogs,
A man among men.
And every day
When I come home to her,
She holds a phantom.
She kisses and she hugs him,
And I am not
Averse to how she loves him.
Why must I live and walk,
Unloved as what i am?
Why can't I be loved as what I am:
A wolf among wolves and not as a man
Among men?
She craves a home
That she can go in
A sheltered cave,
That I have never seen,
Not in my life,
And not even in my dreams.
Why can't I be loved as what I am:
A wolf among wolves and not as a man
Among men?
That I've never been,
A dog among dogs,
A man among men.
And every day
When I come home to her,
She holds a phantom.
She kisses and she hugs him,
And I am not
Averse to how she loves him.
Why must I live and walk,
Unloved as what i am?
Why can't I be loved as what I am:
A wolf among wolves and not as a man
Among men?
She craves a home
That she can go in
A sheltered cave,
That I have never seen,
Not in my life,
And not even in my dreams.
Why can't I be loved as what I am:
A wolf among wolves and not as a man
Among men?
6 comentários:
Excelentes conteúdos.
Obrigada pela partilha
estou intrigada, quem é este senhor barbudo?
é o bonnie prince billy. o nome faz lembrar a 'bonnie blue' do 'e tudo o vento levou' e a foto sépia lembra o virar do século XIX, no entanto este jovem mora no século XXI aqui ao lado em louisville :)
http://www.myspace.com/princebonniebilly
obrigada.
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ri.ma és mesmo morcão :P
grande ricardo carvalho... respondi-te no hi5 mas a tua página de comments apagou-se... que disco dos gaiteiros era mesmo? :)
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