开了的博客

We touched like watercolour fawns
In landscapes painted by Cezanne
Like lovers floating painted by Chegall
But you and I were you-I then
We thought the rush would never end
We thought the sky, the sky would never fall


Chorus
We lived we loved we laughed we cried
We'll never die, and now I think of you
And I change right into Mr Blue


You say your lover buys you lace
I say he's fine, I like his face
I guess you still think love will conquere all
I know, but it's not what you think
I only hope it stays in sync
I only want, I want to wish you well

有日子没jazz了，又遇到Michael Franks真是高兴，虽然不是新作，但依然不断新意，值得反复赏玩。