The Alan Parsons Project · Separate Lives
We live our separate lives
While counting all the days
Till the two of us arrive
In another time and place.
We live our separate lives
While counting all the days
Till the two of us arrive
In another time and place.
We live our separate lives
While counting all the days
Till the two of us arrive
In another time and place.
But the dream seemed to end just as soon as it had begun…
But a pilgrim must follow in search of a shrine…
Con estos calores sólo apetece la sopa fría (gazpachito) 🙂
Sublime O’Connor.