quinta-feira, março 17, 2005

 

Somewhere Only We Know

Keane. Bom dia.



I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

# posted by Rui Baptista @ 4:17 AM
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