Hawkmoon

Doveva essere intitolato "700 volte SF" visto che questo è il 700esimo post del blog, ma mi è venuta voglia di gridare ed esplodere.

Certi giorni viene voglia di mordere invece di star lì ad essere morsi.
Certi giorni viene voglia di esplodere invece di star lì a fare da bersaglio.
Certi giorni viene voglia di urlare e perdere la voce invece di venire assordati da altri.
Certi giorni si sta meglio.

Like a desert needs rain
Like a town needs a name
I need your love
Like a drifter needs a room
Hawkmoon
I need your love

Like a rhythm unbroken
Like drums in the night
Like sweet soul music
Like sunlight
I need your love

Like coming home
And you don't know where you've been
Like black coffee
Like nicotine
I need your love

When the night has no end
And the day yet to begin
As the room spins around
I need your love

Like a Phoenix rising
Needs a holy tree
Like the sweet revenge
Of a bitter enemy
I need your love

Like the hot needs the sun
Like honey on her tongue
Like the muzzle of a gun
Like oxygen
I need your love

When the night has no end
And the day yet to begin
As the room spins around
I need your love

LIKE THUNDER NEEDS RAIN
LIKE A PREACHER NEEDS PAIN
LIKE TONGUES OF FLAME
LIKE A SHEET STAINED
I NEED YOUR LOVE
LIKE A NEEDLE NEEDS A VEIN
LIKE SOMEONE TO BLAME
LIKE A THOUGHT UNCHAINED
LIKE A RUNAWAY TRAIN
I NEED YOUR LOVE

Like faith needs a doubt
Like a freeway out
I need your love

Like powder needs a spark
Like lies need the dark
I need your love