Ett titthål in i mitt liv. Ett titthål in i min själ. Ett ventilationshål att släppa ut lite ånga ur. Ett hål att kika lite ut ifrån. Hål i huvudet.
fredag 23 april 2010
Om ni ska lyssna på någon låt ikväll så är det denna:
Guiding Light Came from the west, only to fly again The eyes that see, the lips that tell no lies Nobody's guest, dressed like a mannequin Put out to see before the ship had sails
I have always dreamed that somewhere in your heart There's a guiding light still shines For our lives and times we should have spent together But we passed each other by like seasons out of time
Easter you left, changed more than anyone I asked you why, you told me, 'just because' Nobody guessed, under your influence The man I am is not the man I was
We have lived our lives across this great divide I couldn't make you change your mind And we almost glimpsed a promise of forever But we passed along the way like seasons out of time
Somtimes everything is hard to hear Let go, following without a care Still now, though it's hard to understand We built on shifting sand
Somehow memories are more than this Set free only with a deathly kiss And now when the restless hour is high A million stars go by
We never can remember all the lives we've lived before The days decline in number, slip the ropes away from shore Whenever Heaven calls us there's regret and comprimise And in another distance lies a past unrealised Where are you now? Who are you now? Is anyone really gone? In all the world, in all this space, the race is run
I have always dreamed that somewhere in your heart There's a guiding light still shines For our lives and times we should have spent together But we passed each other by like seasons out of time
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