Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Singin' Lana under the rain, spinnin' around. I'm not waitin' for anyone, nobody's comin'. The street's almost empty, only a few cabs dare to disturb the calm of the night, the stillness of the rooftops. The stars are shinin', I can feel them twinkle. I feel my feet on the pavement, the song in my head goes "I sing the body electric, I'm on fire..". The night's dark, my skin's wet. I'm thinkin' of you.

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