Another world.

Another place.

I am a long way from homeThe rules they won’t change anymoreHow could one expect that what I did neglect would come back and pull me to my roots

I am a long way from home
The rules they won’t change anymore
How could one expect that what I did neglect would come back and pull me to my roots

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” ―F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
―F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

And touch we touched the soul
the very soul, the soul of what we were then
With the old schemes of shattered dreams
lying on the floor
Here comes the sun smilingHow long have you been blue?There’d ever be a time for us to recaptureAll the time we loseCause it’s plain to seeA storm is not the weatherAnd i’m telling you girlYou’ll look at them and smileI’m telling you girlYou’ll look at them and smile

Here comes the sun smiling
How long have you been blue?
There’d ever be a time for us to recapture
All the time we lose

Cause it’s plain to see
A storm is not the weather
And i’m telling you girl
You’ll look at them and smile
I’m telling you girl
You’ll look at them and smile