I drink good coffee every morning,
comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
what is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you.
I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky
'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you.
Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years,
But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you.
If I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you.
1 comentario:
Well. Te iba a decir que me gusta tu blog, aunque mas que decir, seria repetir, porque hace unas horas te lo dije tambien. Y no es aqueroso ¬¬
Y si, paso tiempo u.u Es que estoy castigada hace dos meses, y viste como es esto? Bueno... nose, hablamos cuando te encuentre nuevamente en el ciberespacio (?)ç
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