Wednesday, May 2, 2007

There’s something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right

It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you’re so worth the fight

My biggest fear will be the rescue of me
Strange how it turns out that way, yeah
Could you show me dear?
Something I’m not seeing
Something infinitely interesting
Could you show me dear?
Something I’m not seeing
Something infinitely interesting

There’s something about the way you move
I see your mouth in slow motion when you sing
Like suddenly something someone contrives
Your movements echo that I have seen the real thing

Your biggest fear will be the rescue of you
Strange how it turns out that way, yeah
Could you show me dear?
Something I’m not seeing
Something infinitely interesting
Could you show me dear?
Something I’m not seeing
Something infinitely interesting


Echo- Incubus

3 comments:

M. said...

boa música. gosto bastante.
a primeira estrofe é enorme..
"something I'm not seeing something infinitely interesting" - "She saw through me" tu sabes =P
... e depois "My biggest fear will be the rescue of me" "your biggest fear will be the rescue of you".. eu não quero um eco, quero um estardalhaço do caraças XD mas sabe-se lá what the hell is "the real thing"
é... boa escolha.
bêZuh*

Eleanor Rigby said...

das minhas favoritas:)

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Anonymous said...

In my fantasy, I’m a Pantomime
I'll just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean
Words are too messy, and it’s way past time
To end in my mouth paint my face white and tried
To reinvent the sea, one wave a time
Speak without my voice and see the world by candlelight

I ain’t afraid to let it out
I’m not afraid to take that fall
But I have found beyond all doubt
You say more by saying nothing at all

In my fantasy, no such thing as time
Minutes bleed into days avant garde and show
Me your heresies, and I’ll show you mine
We only speak in Pantomimes on this carpet ride

I ain’t afraid to let it out
I’m not afraid to take that fall
But I found beyond all doubt
You say more by saying nothing at all

In my fantasy, you look good entwined
In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine
You’re my deep secret
I’m your Pantomime
I’ll just move my hands I’ll promise you’ll see what I mean

:)**
Nidia