I step off the train I'm walkin' down your street again And past your door But you don't live there anymore It's years since you've been there And now you've disappeared somewhere Like outer space You've found some better place
And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you
Could you be dead? You always were two steps ahead of everyone We'd walk behind while you would run I look up at your house And I can almost hear you shout, down to me Where I always used to be
Back on the train I ask why did I come again Can I confess? I've been hanging around your old address And the years have proved To offer nothin' since you moved You're long gone But I can't move on
wow, i feel not good enough a photographer to really say anything about this! it's lovely though, almost as if you photoshopped the bubbles and black over it but im not accusing or not believing you its photography of course aha
it's lovely though,
almost as if you photoshopped the bubbles and black over it but im not accusing or not believing you its photography of course aha