two hours in the afternoon
latta
metroserale
my sprained ankle abandoned me here
Don’t you wonder sometimes
‘Bout sound and vision
Blue, blue, electric blue
That’s the colour of my room
Where I will live
Blue, blue
David Bowie 1977
a metà
comodino
in anticipo
stand by.
Grand Hôtel
I would rather not go
Back to the old house
I would rather not go
Back to the old house
There’s too many
Bad memories
Too many memories
There
There
There
When you cycled by
Here began all my dreams
The saddest thing I’ve ever seen
And you never knew
How much I really liked you
Because I never even told you
Oh, and I meant to
Are you still there ?
Or have you moved away ?
Or have you moved away ?
Oh
I would love to go
Back to the old house
But I never will
I never will
I never will
I never will
The Smiths - Back to the old house
