Moda e Poesias

" I know I'll miss her later
Wish I could bend my love to hate her
Wish I could be her creator to twist her arms now

She stares up at the stars when
The stars fell from her hair then
I bent down to collect them
And then she was gone

Oh, I sleep just to dream her
I beg the night just to see her
That my only love should be her
Just to lie in her arms "

Dave Matthews Band