Friday, August 10, 2007
Is one of those excellent songs by Everything but the girl.
You watch the phone Like it was the TV If you're all alone Well, whose fault can that be Your keys, your bag, the car They're where they always are And the light goes down And all the lights.. come on And they call to me Oh come on come on And you don't make, you don't make no difference to me
Excellent. Listening to it makes me see a video of someone driving trough a dark and wet city. Sometimes it can be nice to listen to something as sad as this. I found it on the excellent compilation album "Like the deserts miss the rain"