mercoledì, luglio 24, 2002


I turn my back to the wind
to catch my breath before I start off again.
Driven on without a moment to spend,
to pass an evenin' with a drink and a friend.
I let my skin get too thin.
I'd like to pause, no matter what I pretend,
like some pilgrim who learns to transcend,
learns to live as if each step was the end.
Time stand still.
I'm not looking back,
but I want to look around me now.
Time stand still.
See more of the people
and the places that surround me now.
Time stand still.
Freeze this moment a little bit longer.
Make each sensation a little bit stronger.
Experience slips away.
Experience slips away.
Time stand still.
I turn my face to the sun.
I close my eyes, let my defences down.
All those wounds that I can't get unwound.
I let my past go too fast, no time to pause.
If I could slow it all down,
like some captain whose ship runs aground,
I can wait until the tide comes around.
Time stand still.
I'm not looking back,
but I want to look around me now.
Time stand still.
See more of the people
and the places that surround me now.
Freeze this moment a little bit longer.
Make each sensation a little bit stronger.
Make each impression a little bit stronger.
Freeze this motion a little bit longer.
The innocence slips away.
The innocence slips away.
Time stand still.
Time stand still.

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