9.7.07

Missing



I always loved this song...and today when I was driving home (yes, today is a non working day here!!!) with a beatiful sun, it started in the radio...

I step off the train
I'm walking down your street again and past your door
But you don't live there any more
It's years since you've been there
But now you've disappeared somewhere like outer space
You've found some better place
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead of everyone
We'd walk behind while you would run
I look up at your house
And I can almost hear you shout down to me
Where I always used to be
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
Back on the train
I ask why did I come again?
Can I confess I've been hanging around your old address?
The years have proved to offer nothing since you moved
You're long gone
But I can't move on
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you
I step off the train
I'm walking down your street again and past your door
But you don't live there any more
It's years since you've been there
But now you've disappeared somewhere like outer space
You've found some better place
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
The deserts miss the rain - like the deserts miss the rain
The deserts miss the rain
like the deserts miss the rain


Uhmmm...I feel great now...full of ENERGY!!!!
Good Week for you all...

foto by me Lanzarote 2007
music by Everything But The Girl "Missing"

2 comentários:

Rita disse...

é bom sinal quando sentimos falta, significa que foi bom e importante... e que possivelmente já passou!

Unknown disse...

Missing... banda sonora do nosso ano de encontro imediato.. ano de caloiras, ano de ferias desportivas, as primeiras de muitas.. o primeiro ano do resto das nossas vidas.. nao da pra evitar uma certa melancolia com um sorriso nos labios a lembrar todas aquelas loucuras daquele ano... 12 anos depois aqui estamos, pra mais 12 anos de loucuras em conjunto :D