Wednesday, 3 August 2011

szomorú vasárnap

dreaming, i was only dreaming
i wake and i find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here
darling, i hope that my dream never haunted you
my heart is telling you how much i wanted you

feel like listening fiona apple's slow like honey after this

there is this urban legend about gloomy sunday which i think is suitable but i can't help myself when i listen lydia lunch version. it's so beautiful.

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