Δευτέρα, 10 Μαρτίου 2008

"Feel like a ship on dry land. Or an island in the sand. Your kiss is cool, despite the heat. You've got my senses beat. If I stay, I won't last long. You've got a hold on me so strong. I hear your song. All I hear is your song. It's so hot. The bones show through our skin".

Murder By Death, Fuego!