quarta-feira, 6 de fevereiro de 2008

... e o meu MP3 sussurrava:

Foto: DR/Le Cool

I've crossed the deserts for miles, swam water for time
Searching places to find
A piece of something to call mine
(I'm comin', I'm comin')
A piece of something to call mine
(I'm comin', comin' closer to you)

Ran along many moors, walked through many doors
The place where I wanna be
Is the place I can call mine
(I'm comin', I'm comin')
Is the place I can call mine
(I'm comin', comin' closer to you)

I'm movin', I'm comin'
Can you hear what I hear?
It's calling you my dear, out of reach
(Take me to the beach)
I can hear it calling you
I'm comin', not drowning, swimming closer to you

Never been here before
I'm intrigued, I'm unsure
I'm searching for more
I've got something that's all mine
I've got something that's all mine

Take me somewhere I can breathe, I've got so much to see
This is where I wanna be
In a place I can call mine
In a place I can call mine

I'm movin', I'm comin'
Can you hear what I hear?
It's calling you my dear, out of reach
(Take me to the beach)
I can hear it calling you
'm comin', not drowning, swimming closer to you

Movin', comin', can you hear what I hear?
(Hear it out of reach)
I hear it calling you
Swimming closer to you

Many faces I have seen
Many places I have been
Walked deserts, swam shores (coming closer to you)
Many faces I have known
Many ways in which I've grown
Moving closer on my own (coming closer to you)


All Saints - Pure Shores

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