There are times that life is great in its serenity. There are times that you do not need anything other than yourself and nature and silence.
That is exactly how i felt when i was on holiday. I was listening to the leaves, to the sea, to my heartbeat and to very specific music. A lot of Mazzy Star/ Florence & the Machine/ The Smiths.
Don't ask me why, they are very different to each other, i just did. And then suddenly when i had my plans for the coming summer, something or rather someone happened and he is proof that life is not a succesive calendar of dates and days.
Happiness, hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run
Run fast for your mother run fast for your father
Run for your children for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind you
Can't carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses
'Cause here they come
And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had
And what was left after that too. oh.
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back
Struck from a great height
By someone who should know better than that
The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses
'Cause here they come
Run fast for your mother and fast for your father
Run for your children for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind you
Can't carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses
Because here they come
The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses
Because here they come
I was wearing leather and cotton and goth jewellery.American Apparel Skirt, COS leather & cotton top, and fashionoly jewellery.
That is exactly how i felt when i was on holiday. I was listening to the leaves, to the sea, to my heartbeat and to very specific music. A lot of Mazzy Star/ Florence & the Machine/ The Smiths.
Don't ask me why, they are very different to each other, i just did. And then suddenly when i had my plans for the coming summer, something or rather someone happened and he is proof that life is not a succesive calendar of dates and days.
Happiness, hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run
Run fast for your mother run fast for your father
Run for your children for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind you
Can't carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses
'Cause here they come
And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had
And what was left after that too. oh.
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back
Struck from a great height
By someone who should know better than that
The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses
'Cause here they come
Run fast for your mother and fast for your father
Run for your children for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind you
Can't carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses
Because here they come
The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses
Because here they come
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