You Mean The World

Onwards we move
We continue
And we trudge

Climbin' mountains 
To discover
Useless stuff

I had friends behind me
When the
Game got rough

But still it sends me spinnin'
round and around
And around
And around
And around

Norweigan wood 
Still sits upon my window ceil
Haven't read it yet
And I don't think that I will
Keep on searchin'
For some kind of
Sign of life

Jasmine opens up
After six months of being shut
In hard rubbish now
Will she leave a broken heart
Last time that we spoke
I was in Sydney
And you were not
Just like that drop the envelope 
In the post box

There were gold times
Hidden in there
Here's to those times
The gold times

Hey
How you been?
How was Berlin?
Now what state are you in?

I was dazed
In Ibirapuera
Mais ainda tenho
Boas lembranças

Here's to Montréal
Here's to Paris
Here's to São Paulo
Couldn't hack it

Tom Lucey

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