Yazoo

10 years назад

Jacqueline871

I've always thought that this song could have been written for or about Robert James Smith of The Cure. LOL LOL Seriously, it somehow seems to work with him in mind....at least in my warped mind.

10 years назад

tunapaw

ALISON MOYET :)

10 years назад

Ian Archdale

;) 1982/3 ... D.'s favorite album, she played it over & over - hope all is well where ever you are on the planet ;) xoxo

10 years назад

Claudio Petronella

Un'Ode al Ragazzo scritta dalla donna anni 80 più Blues che più Blues non si può. Consiglio l'ascolto in cuffia...When he moves I watch him from behindHe turns and laughter flickers in his eyesIntent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lipsAnd when he drives I love to watch his handWhite and smooth almost feminineAlmost American, I have to watch himIn his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truthHe caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgotAnd everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blueI saw him searching into you and ached a whileI watch his lips caress the glassHis fingers stroke its stem and passTo lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyesFrom a shadow by the stairI watch as he weeps unawareThat I'm in awe of his despairIn his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truthHe caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgotAnd everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blueI saw him searching into you and ached a whileWhen he moves I watch him from behindHe turns and laughter flickers in his eyesIntent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lipsAnd when he drives I love to watch his handWhite and smooth almost feminineAlmost American, I have to watch himIn his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truthHe caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgotAnd everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blueI saw him searching into you and ached a while...

10 years назад

Claudio Petronella

Un'Ode al Ragazzo scritta dalla donna anni 80 più Blues che più Blues non si può. Consiglio l'ascolto in cuffia...When he moves I watch him from behindHe turns and laughter flickers in his eyesIntent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lipsAnd when he drives I love to watch his handWhite and smooth almost feminineAlmost American, I have to watch himIn his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truthHe caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgotAnd everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blueI saw him searching into you and ached a whileI watch his lips caress the glassHis fingers stroke its stem and passTo lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyesFrom a shadow by the stairI watch as he weeps unawareThat I'm in awe of his despairIn his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truthHe caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgotAnd everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blueI saw him searching into you and ached a whileWhen he moves I watch him from behindHe turns and laughter flickers in his eyesIntent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lipsAnd when he drives I love to watch his handWhite and smooth almost feminineAlmost American, I have to watch himIn his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truthHe caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgotAnd everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blueI saw him searching into you and ached a while...

11 years назад