November 2009
Shooting stars keep passing by, only Elvis will never die. I did never suffered and I ask... did you give up dreming?
I´m still walking on this road, I know I did things wrong... Like the birds still flying in the sky, so do I. I keep on writing, but I know you´haven't got any wings. But I'm right her
Du speglar mig som skuggan täcker ljuset. Du ser mig, som ögat ser på kärlek. Du hör mig, som träden hör när vinden viner. Du säger till mig, vad jag skulle sagt till dig. Du leder mig, dit v
It's nice to know your name... Tomorrow you're gone, gone, gone... You don't know, you don't know, you don't know anything about me... I did give up dreaming for a wile..