martes, 15 de septiembre de 2009

Do you remember What things looked like when you were young? The voice of an old friend Or the notes to your first song It's been awhile now Since you asked me to be Your cat, your dog, your owl, your bumblebee Lately I've been feeling like the day is gonna come You'll walk up to me and erase my memory Can't wait to feel brand new I can't wait to meet you again...friend