7.45 a.m. Larvotto Beach
Between the eyes of love I call your name
Behind the guarded walls I used to go
Upon a summer wind there's a certain melody
Takes me back to the place I know
Down on the beach
- Chris Rea
Behind the guarded walls I used to go
Upon a summer wind there's a certain melody
Takes me back to the place I know
Down on the beach
- Chris Rea
9 comments:
Much safer than driving home after the party he attended last night.
I wonder if the girl saved his wallet and the car is safe at home.
A bucket of water would have done the trick; he would be just a little dehydrated !
That must have been one great night, as long as he remembers it,
I saw something like this on the train the other day on my way to work. Except I think the boy (yes, he was a teenager) was passed out drunk at 8 AM in the morning.
Perhaps he was just tautologically challenged !
Too much partying last night eeh?
A heavy night shift, perhaps?
Ah, the excesses of youth.
Lol! I think he got the right idea there. It's gonna be one good headache when he wakes up... ;)
Are those lyrics to a song, Jilly?
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