Port de la Lune
Wednesday 31 January 2007
Here and away
The band and the smoke
Playing the blues but I'm suffocating too
I don't even wonder what am I doing here
The touch of this girl seems sweet and caring
I remember whose lips are these
And let myself drown into that kiss
Intense, abandoned, everlasting
I don't know
I don't know
Tired in my mind, I guess.
I wish the sun would rise up again.
I wish a new morning
And to know who I am, at last.
The band and the smoke
Playing the blues but I'm suffocating too
I don't even wonder what am I doing here
The touch of this girl seems sweet and caring
I remember whose lips are these
And let myself drown into that kiss
Intense, abandoned, everlasting
I don't know
I don't know
Tired in my mind, I guess.
I wish the sun would rise up again.
I wish a new morning
And to know who I am, at last.