domingo, 1 de março de 2009



I was alone thinking I was just fine,
I wasn't looking for anyone to be mine
I thought that love was just a fabrication,
A train that wouldn't stop at my station
Home, alone, that was my consignment,
Solitary, confinement
So when we met, I was getting around you,
I didn't know I was looking for love until I found you.

I didn't know I was looking for love until I found you
I didn't know I was looking for love until I found you

Everything but the girl
margarida