Pablo Natario

All this weeping in the air, I can tell were about to fall through floating forests in theair Across the […]

When you get to the bottom You go back to the top of the slide And you stop and you

Today, while on my way I met a man in gray Yesterday Told a story, oh I ve a ring

I just got your letter baby Too bad you can t come home I swear i m goin crazy Sittin

Oh, and where do we go Where do we go from here Where to go To the side of a

Well on a train I met a dame She rather handsome We Kinda looked the same She was pretty from

Stranger, stranger in a strange land. He looked at me like I was the one who should run. We asked

When you move in right up close to me That s when i get the chills all over me Quivers

Back to the cold restless streets at night Talk to myself about tomorrow night. Walls of white protest A gravestone

Sometimes i will, then again i think i won t Sometimes i will, then again i think i won t

I was talking, I was talking to myself Somebody else talk, talk, talking. I couldn t hear a word, a

I found my thrill on blueberry hill On blueberry hill when i found you The moon stood still on blueberry