quinta-feira, 28 de abril de 2011

Cath, it seems
That you live in someone else's dream
In a hand-me-down wedding dress
On the arm of a man you detest

And everybody asks what became of you
Your heart was dying fast
And you didn't know what to do

And whispers that it won't last
Were running down the pews
Because my heart was dying that fast

Cath-Death Cab for Cutie