:~

A whistler on the subway
reminded me that tune
I heard the first time
around that time I fell in love with you
The picture in the paper of buildings in that town
we spent our (?) honeymoon
and tears come running down

signaling what I have been denying for too long
I have not and will never move on

the books of the nineteen-twenty's
of lovers torn by war
engages moves and touches me like no other book before
but never was I drafted
I chose that woman's cell
as you went on to find your love with many other men
and it's only now that I beggin to understand
what I carelessly let slip out of my hands

our breakup did not brake me
my life was on a road
I saw no need for questions
when the answer could be no

I thought I could find another you
but there is only one
and I only dare to tell you this in song.
I have not and I will never move on.




não é criação minha.


sabe aquela sensação de que quando o momento passa,
ele passa...
e só ficam os rastros.
é.
deixa pra lá.