I close my eyes and I have this vision of you Like in the end of the movies, when they recollect the best moments as a tender jazz song plays I see you waiting for me at the metro exits, on my street as I come to the window, at the dim light with your eyes almost shut and biting you lip, when you threw your cigarette and it landed perfectly, when the fireworks started as we were looking over the whole city Honey, sometimes it is like I never lived before, and sometimes it is like it never even happened.












