Ebbra e brividi

Tre birre medie da 6 ,5 gradi non le reggo più come una volta. Peccato…

Non saprò mai se è stato il mio peloso, a portarmi alla fine a casa, dopo che ho lasciato in birreria il mio amico Stefano, o viceversa. Io camminavo, guidata fra i suoni degli Editors e l’abitudine di un 4 zampe ormai sovrano dei miei (a volte) passi incerti.

Ho accumulato zuccheri, energie… e brividi sulla pelle.

Forse il merito va anche a loro. Gli Editors incontrati per caso e non lasciato più. Non lo so se ripasso … ma sempre vi “osservo”. 🧡

Sugar – Editors

Don’t leave, don’t leave,
I want you to realize when I’m gone.
My my, my my,
You are the only thing I want to own.

There’s sugar on your soul,
You’re like no one I know,
You’re the life of another world.

You swallow me whole,
With just a mumbled hello,
And it breaks my heart to love you, it breaks my heart to love you.

Don’t leave, don’t leave,
When you’re lost in the moment, I am home.
I tried, I tried
To make you realize when I’m gone, gone, gone.

There’s sugar on your soul,
You’re like no one I know,
You’re the life of another world.

You swallow me whole,
With just a mumbled hello,
And it breaks my heart to love you, it breaks my heart to love you.

It breaks my heart to love you.

There’s sugar on your soul,
There’s sugar on your soul.

There’s sugar on your soul,
You’re like no one I know,
You’re the life of another world.

You swallow me whole,
With just a mumbled hello,
And it breaks my heart to love you, it breaks my heart to love you.

Don’t leave, don’t leave,
I want you to realize when I’m gone…