to repeat,
repeat,
to repeat the same music...
"I've still got sand in my shoes
And I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you"...
e toda vez esqueço meu cigarro no cinzeiro...
I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
I'll tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were...
And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was then,
Will be there still
I'm coming round to open the blinds...

I should get on, forget you
But why would I want to?
Anything else would've been confused but
I wanna see you again

And I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you
But why would I want to?
Anything else would've been confused but
I wanna see you again....