Robots.
Skin sweats when it gets hot/ Hands drop what they have caught/ Lungs run out of breath/ Great minds can still forget / What if we could make this better, would we do it if we could?/ If we bypass human nature, would it do us any good?/ What if we were made from wires and spare parts? What if there was only science in our hearts? Maybe we could love each other as robots/ What if kisses were ones and zeros? We’d see the world through electric windows. Would it make us better off than people?/ Re-built with no mistakes, a steel heart that never breaks/ If we travelled from the future to this lonely place and time/ Would we be closer to the answer to the questions on our mind?/ Our bodies are so out of touch/ We can even say what’s on our minds/ There’s something deep inside of us/ Counting down the minutes to remind us/ We’re running out of time.
- G. Cilmi.
You should tell them the truth. Tell them that if they hold on too tightly, love might cut them. Tell them to hold on tightly anyway. Tell them everything is worth it and that the richness of life is only ever enhanced by its inevitable, brief flashes of sadness and loss.
– via: I wrote this for you
I’m From Barcelona - Treehouse
From: Let Me Introduce My Friends (2006)
♪I got lost into the woods, I’ve been covered up in mud, I’ve been going through a lot, just to find this perfect spot♪
About me
Doesn't really matter I felt nothing better at all.
