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Jackson Browne: Late for the sky
Of the words that all've been spoken,
somehow the feeling still wasn't right,
and still we continued on through the night.
Tracing our steps from the beginning,
till they vanished into the air.
Trying to understand how our live had let us fail.
Looking hard into your eyes, there was nobody I'd ever known.
Such an empty surprise to feel so alone.
Now for me, some words come easy
but I know that they don't mean that much,
compared with the things that they say when lovers touch.
You'll never knew what I loved in you,
I don't know what you loved in me.
Maybe the picture of somebody you will hope that I might be.
Awake again, I can't pretend and I know I am alone.
And close to the end of the feeling we've known.
How long have I been sleeping?
How long have I been drifting alone through the night?
How long have I been dreaming I
could make it right if I close my eyes
and try with all my might to be the one you need ...
Awake again, I can't pretend and I know I am alone.
And close to the end of the feeling we've known.
How long have I been sleeping?
How long have I been drifting alone through the night?
How long have I been running for
that morning flight through the whispering promises
in the changing light of the bed where we both lie,
late for the sky.
./\. "Der Frank, der war in Kanada ... es war aber kana da!"
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|| Frank W. Semrau (2:2480/76.95) Point 95 der DO IT!
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