When I woke up today ■ and you weren't there to play ■ then I wanted to be with you ■ when you showed me your eyes ■ whispered love at the skies ■ then I wanted to stay with you ■ inside me I feel alone and unreal ■ and the way you kiss will always be ■ a very special thing to me... ■ When I lay still at night seeing ■ stars high and light ■ then I wanted to be with you ■ when the rooftops shone dark ■ all alone (I) saw a spark ■ spark of love just to stay with you ■ inside me I feel alone and unreal ■ and the way you kiss will always be ■ a very special thing to me... ■ If I mention your name ■ turn around on a chain ■ then the sky opens out for you ■ when we grew very tall ■ when I saw you so small ■ then I wanted to stay with you ■ inside me I feel alone and unreal ■ and the way you kiss will always be ■ a very special thing to me...
(Para a Clara Pinto, que há um ano atrás assim me avisava, antes do jornal da manhã, da morte de SydBarrett)
When I woke up today ■ and you weren't there to play ■ then I wanted to be with you ■ when you showed me your eyes ■ whispered love at the skies ■ then I wanted to stay with you ■ inside me I feel alone and unreal ■ and the way you kiss will always be ■ a very special thing to me... ■ When I lay still at night seeing ■ stars high and light ■ then I wanted to be with you ■ when the rooftops shone dark ■ all alone (I) saw a spark ■ spark of love just to stay with you ■ inside me I feel alone and unreal ■ and the way you kiss will always be ■ a very special thing to me... ■ If I mention your name ■ turn around on a chain ■ then the sky opens out for you ■ when we grew very tall ■ when I saw you so small ■ then I wanted to stay with you ■ inside me I feel alone and unreal ■ and the way you kiss will always be ■ a very special thing to me...
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