“We…we
could be friends, you know”, said Coraline.
“Wecould
be rare specimens of an exotic breed of African dancing
Elephants”, said the cat.”
“There
are those”, it said with a sigh, in tones as smooth as oiled
silk, “who have suggested that the tendency of a cat to play
with its prey is a merciful one – after all, it permits the
occasional funny little running snack to escape, from time to time. How
often does your dinner get to escape?”
Things we lost to the flame
Things we'll never see again
All that we've amassed
Sits before us, shattered into ash
These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire
These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire
We sat and made a list
Of all the things that we have
Down the backs of table tops
Ticket stubs and your diaries
I read them all one day
When loneliness came and you were away
Oh they told me nothing new,
But I love to read the words you used
These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire
These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire
I was the match and you were the rock
Maybe we started this fire
We sat apart and watched
All we had burned on the pyre
(You said) we were born with nothing
And we sure as hell have nothing now
(You said) we were born with nothing
And we sure as hell have nothing now
These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire
These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire
Flames they licked the walls
Tenderly they turned to dust all that I adore
"Things we lost in the fire"
Bastille
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"Cuore infranto?
tradita? usata? mettiti un pò di rossetto e matita nera agli
occhi e vedrai come stai bene"
K.A. Rowland
MEM