The hooligans and hoydens we once were, now feeling somehow at home in the world. Blazing and whatnot.

2 Feb 2010

dreaming

When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure
A movie or a measure?
I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
Dreaming is free
I don't want to live on charity
Pleasure's real or is it fantasy?
Reel to reel is living rarity
People stop and stare at me We just walk on by - we just keep on dreaming
Feet feet, walking a two mile
Meet meet, meet me at the turnstile
I never met him, I'll never forget him

Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate

I sit by and watch the river flow
I sit by and watch the traffic go
Imagine something of your very own
Something you can have and hold

I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming
Dreaming is free
Dreaming
Dreaming is free
Dreaming
Dreaming is free

but not blondie...
http://open.spotify.com/track/1ekHN7YlDigpJGwenTDY9Z
:)

i've had the most surreal few days, not sleeping, whisky for breakfast, vodka for lunch, wine for dinner, new people, new houses, adventures & forgetting real life can't always be like that.
it should be.

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