when it's time for me to turn another year, in order to comfort myself and, for a day, to forget i am getting old (too old?), i usually attend to a concert by myself.
during those hatred days it very often happens that David Sylvian comes to my city.
two years ago, with my completely blue heart, i had the luck to attend to this miracle
it made me sob like a child, drip mascara and finally turn myself into an irrational panda.
GhostWhen the room is quiet
The daylight almost gone
It seems there's something I should know
Well, I ought to leave
But the rain it never stops
And I've no particular place to go
Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life
Blow wilder than before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life
Blew wilder than the wind
Well, I'm feeling nervous
Now I find myself alone
The simple life's no longer there
Once I was so sure
Now the doubt inside my mind
Comes and goes, but leads nowhere
the person sat next to me was sleeping.
i love this song.