08 agosto 2007

You're missing


Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall
Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing

Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair
Papers on the doorsteps, but you're not there
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
Buy you're missing

Pictures on the nightstand, TV's on in the den
Your house is waiting, your house is waiting
For you to walk in, for you to walk in
But you're missing, you're missing

You're missing, when I shut out the lights
You're missing, when I close my eyes
You're missing, when I see the sunrise
You're missing

Children are asking if it's alright
Will you be in our arms tonight?

Morning is morning, the evening falls I got
Too much room in my bed, too many phone calls
How's everything, everything?
Everyhing, everything
But you're missing, you're missing

God's drifting in Heaven, devil's in the mailbox
I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops

(Bruce Springsteen)


Nello 12/11/1956 - 02/08/2007

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonimo said...

Nonostante sappiamo faccia parte della nostra vita, è sempre durissimo affrontare le sue conseguenze, soprattutto quando arriva così improvvisamente, per un volere e un destino che non riusciamo a decifrare. Il dolore col tempo lascerà spazio ai ricordi. Vivere nel ricordo sarà il modo più bello e più grande per farlo vivere ancora.
Un abbraccione immenso...

7:29 AM  

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