And speaking of nostalgia Where you walk Where are your eyes We do not see Where is that body That left me dead With pleasure And speaking of beauty Where goes the song You could hear at night Bars then Where we stayed Where we are loved In utter loneliness Today I go out at night empty A bohemian for no reason In the routine of bars That in spite of everything I bring you And speaking of passion Because of living You might as well show me In those same places At night, the bars Where you walk
Posted on: Mon, 16 Jun 2014 19:02:12 +0000