Las palabras
se las lleva el viento , el recuerdo y su música perdura. El
corredor de fondo continúa su travesía , desde entonces mis
cumpleaños nunca han sido del todo felices.
Kissing in the dark, it's all we've known
A few inches taller but don't say we've grown
Kissing in the dark, it's all we've done
In the cul-de-sac where our feelings run
On a wild summer day, sprawled out in the park
With her body so close, we're still kissing in the dark
Beneath the bluest of skies with the brightest of eyes
We tell the whitest of lies to keep on kissing in the dark
Kissing in the dark, we got used to it
We fumble for love, or our excuse for it
Kissing in the dark, more by habit than will
Long gone the longing it left with the thrill
I took two sticks to make a spark
But the candle I lit couldn't lead me to her heart
A few inches taller but don't say we've grown
Kissing in the dark, it's all we've done
In the cul-de-sac where our feelings run
On a wild summer day, sprawled out in the park
With her body so close, we're still kissing in the dark
Beneath the bluest of skies with the brightest of eyes
We tell the whitest of lies to keep on kissing in the dark
Kissing in the dark, we got used to it
We fumble for love, or our excuse for it
Kissing in the dark, more by habit than will
Long gone the longing it left with the thrill
I took two sticks to make a spark
But the candle I lit couldn't lead me to her heart
13 años sin el gran Borland y continúa siendo un gran desconocido. Qué pena de mundillo musical. Un abrazo, maese-brother.
ResponderEliminarLos cumpleaños y la memoria juegas estas pasadas , 20 años escuchándolo y falleció un día antes de mi cumplaeaños. Lo recuerdo cada año pero este ha sido especial , debe ser que me he sentido viejo.
ResponderEliminarNo , de los medios cabe esperar más bien poco.
UN ABRAZO ETÍLICO!!!