What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me, me

And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me, me

What a curious life we have found here tonight
There is music that sounds from the street
There are lights in the clouds
Anne's ghost all around
Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees, trees

Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
Now we keep where we don't know
All secrets sleep in winters clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don't even know his name

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round' the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I'll be laughing out loud
I'll be laughing with everyone I see
Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all

strano riscoprire quanto si faccia sentire la mancanza delle piccole cose: una telefonata alle dieci del mattino, un caffè alle cinque del pomeriggio, la schiuma di una birra che ti solletica le labbra in un'iprovvisata serata al pub. strano riscoprire il piacere di una doccia lunga lunga, sentire la voglia di prepararsi ad uscire, ascoltare la tua voce ad un insolito orario, bere il cappuccino di pomeriggio. sublimemente infelice riscoprire che i dissapori lasciano sempre la bocca amara e allora mangiare chili di caramelle  inasprisce le cose. strano capire che in fondo mi importa solo poter fare la doccia quando voglio e chiamarti quando mi pare!