This Blog is dedicated to...

...all those asbestos memories, that just won't burn.

how many times have i said "i love you" on the backseat of your car?
how many times have i seen your profile in the photobooth so far?
how many times have we rode our bikes to the ihop late at night?
down, down the big hill by your house.
we watched the moon together.

some sinatra just for us, from the tape deck late at night.
as the rain sprays on your face, through the window while we fly.
i really tried to see it your way, but i was tired and it was late.
so i lied, when i said "mañana",
´cause our tomorrow never came.

the secret stars - some sinatra