This is the day

Well you didn´t wake up this morning
Because you didn´t go to bed
You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red
The calendar on your wall
Is ticking the days off
You'v been reading some old letters
You smile and think how much you´ve changed
All the money in the world
Couldn´t buy back those days

You pull back the curtains
And the sun burns into your eyes
You watch a plane flying across aclear blue sky
This is the day
Your life will surely change
This is the day
When things fall into place

You could´ve done anything
If you wanted
And all your friends and family think you're lucky
But the side of you they'll never see
Is when you´re left alone with the ememories
That hold your life together like glue

The The
"Soul Mining"

Sou só eu?

Só só eu que não quero saber do Mundial de Futebol?
Não tenho bandeira na janela, nem t-shirt verde e vermelha, não vejo os jogos (ás vezes espreito um bocadinho ...). Não torço nem destorço pela selecção portuguesa (acho apenas simpático ganharem) . Estas coisas do futebol aborrecem-me, todos os anos a mesma coisa (não é em todos mas juro que parece). E eu ralada com o Mundial!

Cinzentas, foram cinzentas...