The heart is abloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
But there's no room
No space to rent in this town
You're out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you're not moving anywhere
You thought you'd found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you can lend a hand
In return for grace.
It's a beautiful day...
Always reminds me of Ivan and Brigitte. It's a sunny day, we're sitting in the green, wire chairs next to the fountain, outside of Baronne. Swiss laughs, sun glasses, San Pellegrino, she's wearing black and jeans, he's in a T-Shirt, comme d'habitude. Everything is where it should be.
Posted by toby at January 29, 2003 02:16 AM