Far away

I used to see her sleeping in the corner,
bulding a song deep of the world.
I used to see her painting troubles
in her skin, in her false blond.
And now, her eyes are drawing a raining sky.
And now, searching a hole to fly

Far, far, far away.

No more bottles,
She were tired to hammer glass
into her skinny hands.
No more days,
the sun hide from her sadness,
when she wants to go clear

Far, far,away


I used to see her with a blue trousers
plenty of stones.
I used to see her smiling
when the train passed by in her stop.
And now her trousers worn-out.
And now there isnt anything there.
She may be vanished off the earth

Far away