LARCHES IN THE WIND
Fede 2011
Album: Clockwise


I'm walking to the bus stop
My footprints on the snow
Books under my arm, the air is cold

I'm lighting up a cigarette
The breeze burns on my skin
Staring at the end of this old bridge

A laughter's rising up
I guess I am too shy
I turn my head, pretend to watch behind
The river flows beneath us
Night turns into day
But our blue eyes are still on separate ways

Hey, Babe, it's just me
It's early morning here
The larches in the wind
And all the thoughts I have about you right before I sleep
Well, now they seem to be a dream that's coming true
And I realize there's nothing in my mind, nothing but you

I'm walking to the bus stop
My shadow in the sun
Feelings in my heart say you're the one

I'm trying to play my way
I don't accept the rules
Bobby's songs fill in my afternoons

The bridge is breaking up
The river tells me lies
Inside of me a light that I can't hide
Days gone by, years to come
Now all that remain's
A bitter taste of things that never changed

But, Babe, again it's me
Still early morning here
The larches in the wind
And all the thoughts I have about you right before I sleep
Well, now they seem to be a dream that's coming true
And I realize there's nothing in my mind, nothing but you

 

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