terça-feira, março 07, 2006

Yeeesssss!


My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away
But every now and then you come to mind
Cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game
But when your name was called, you found a place to hide
When you knew that I was always on your side

Well everything was easy then, so sweet and innocent
But your demons and your angels reappeared
Leavin' all the traces of the man you thought you'd be
Leavin' me with no place left to go from here
Leavin' me so many questions all these years

But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear
Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear
Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally
This isn't how it's really meant to be
No it isn't how it's really meant to be

Well they say that love is in the air, but never is it clear,
How to pull it close and make it stay
Butterflies are free to fly, and so they fly away
And I'm left to carry on and wonder why
Even through it all, I'm always on your side

But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear
Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear
Or are we left to wonder, all alone, eternally
But is this how it's really meant to be
No is it how it's really meant to be

Well if they say that love is in the air, never is it clear
How to pull it close and make it stay
If butterflies are free to fly, why do they fly away
Leavin' me to carry on and wonder why
Was it you that kept me wondering through this life
When you know that I was always on your side

5 comentários:

blue kite disse...

Fiquei assim a olhar para a foto!! Olha que o Sting sabe onde agarrar!!! eh, eh..

xanocas disse...

Aiiiiiiiiiii, o Sting!
Que cantor tão bom!......
Ai, perdão, que bom cantor! ;)

Bjs

River disse...

Bonitooooooo :)

blue kite disse...

Em relação ao Sting.. nunca na vida me vou esquecer da vergonha que foi quando ele foi ao programa do Herman há uns anos atrás. Tive vergonha de ser portuguesa...

Alguém se lembra disso?

Silver disse...

e sempre soube bluekite. Estou a terminar o livro de memórias do rapaz e olha que é um grande malandro ;) Bjinh

oh xanocas, a lingua portuguesa a trair-te heim? ;) bjinh

River, lindooooooo :) bjinh

por acaso o Herman, por quem até tenho admiração, naquela noite queimou-se e bem. Bjinh linda