Tuesday, June 01, 2010

1918-1920





You promised that after winter
You’ll come to pick me up
To drive all around Europe
Like the old days, dressed in white

I’ve noticed by your handwriting
That you started drinking again
Reminded me of those years
Back then it was never too late

The spring time breeze
The winter haze
Green apple pies and stomach aches
We slept together for a thousand days
In a row

The echoes of your letter
Don’t get to fill this room
There are words that get me better
There are words that hurt like hell

The spring time breeze
The winter haze
Green apple pies and stomach aches
We slept together for a thousand days
In a row

Sometimes seems that you forgot…

The spring time breeze
The winter haze
Green apple pies and stomach aches
We slept together for a thousand days
In a row

Wild honey

2 comments:

|[GuaYaba]| said...

But he never came back.
And my soul change of owner.
So my heart forgot of love.
And by the time he called.
I was another woman.

charlotte said...

ay :_(
qué preciosidad de canción