I.C.U.

Funny to see that after all these years I miss you the same


I wake up some mornings
Thank God not as often as I used to
Slow and heavy from dreams with you
You’ve found a way back in
Once again my long lost friend
Funny to see that after all these years I miss you the same

So I drag myself to the corner café
And for a second I see you there
Like in the good old days
And I wonder what you’re doing?
What are you up to these days?
I sometimes wish you would call me
But then I wouldn’t know what to say

And I see you, 
In every cab that goes by
In the strangers at every crossroad
In every bar
And I see you
In every cab that goes by
In the strangers at every crossroad
In every bar

It takes a glass or two
For it to settle down
For your shadows to stop
Following me around
I find myself walking back
To all the places we knew
Dreaming and wishing
To somehow run into you

And of course I wonder
Does it happen to you?
Does my ghost ever come looking for you?
‘Cause all that’s left now
All that dreams and memories
But I’m glad you came through my life
And put your stain on me

And I see you, 
In every cab that goes by
In the strangers at every crossroad
In every bar
And I see you
In every cab that goes by
In the strangers at every crossroad
In every bar

And I see you
In every cab that goes by, 
In the strangers at every crossroad
In every bar
 

Foto: Facebook Lou Doillon

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