Cardinals (The)
Friends
As pretty as a songA song could ever beLike Christmas on a riverWithout a boat or Christmas treeThis afternoon with you was something like a letterThe kind that someone writes but never sendsAnd when you look at me like thatI know someday it's gonna endAnd when you get oldI bet you miss your friendsAs angry as a breezeTugging hard upon the sailsI been moving through these streets foreverFrom Baltimore to AmsterdamThese things inside me they repeat like broken recordsSpinning pretty somethings behind my eyesAnd when I can´t look at youI can paint you picture perfectly in my mindAnd when I get oldI´m gonna miss you all the timeThat wind up in the treesScattering bluebirds all over the placeShuffling children in the piles of leaves I wish I was the wind that touched your faceLetras de cancionesThis afternoon with you was something like a letterThe kind that someone writes but never sendsAnd when you´re good to meIt makes me blue because some day it´s gonna endAnd when we pass onI bet you miss your friendsI bet you miss your friendsI bet you miss your friends
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