Have you seen the old man, in the closed-down market
kicking up the papers, with his worn-out shoes?
In his eyes you'd see no pride, hand held loosely by his side
yesterday's papers, telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me, you're lonely
and say for you the sun won't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl, who walks the streets of London
dirt in her hair, and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home, in two carrier bags
So how can you tell me, you're lonely
and say for you the sun won't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind
kicking up the papers, with his worn-out shoes?
In his eyes you'd see no pride, hand held loosely by his side
yesterday's papers, telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me, you're lonely
and say for you the sun won't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl, who walks the streets of London
dirt in her hair, and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home, in two carrier bags
So how can you tell me, you're lonely
and say for you the sun won't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind
Repito
viaje a Londres, casualidades de la vida, los días coinciden con los del año
pasado. Se nos ha añadido una más al trío pero las ganas siguen siendo las
mismas. Si todo va bien, ésta noche vuelvo a poner los pies en Ministry of
Sound. ¡A ver cuantas veces me enamoro en una hora!
Sabía
que ésta semana no iba a ser fácil, y de hecho, he tenido alguna que otra
sorpresa extra que me deja con mal sabor de bocaen así que creo que un
finde lejos de aquí me hará bien y, si no muero congelada ¡volveré como
nueva!.
Motime - DIY
20 January 2006