Too low to find my way
Too high to wonder why
I've touched this place before
Somewhere in another time
Now I can hear the sun
The clouds drifting through the blinds
A half a million thoughts
Are flowing through my mind
A satellite recalled your voice
Sent me round the world again
All the night you've dreamt away
Sent me round my heart again
One touch upon my lips
And all my thoughts are clear
I feel your smoky mist
Up to the stratosphere
Too low to find my way
Too high to wonder why
I've touched this place before
Somewhere in another time
Now I can hear the sun
The clouds drifting through the blinds
A half a million thoughts
Are flowing through my mind
End.
Nu ne. Šitos nelaukiamos viešnios nesustabdysi... Tai dar vakar man ir Joe Cockerį priminė, kad tą pačią dieną iškeliavo anapilin prieš 11 metų. Tiesiog ta savotiška kalėdinė simbolika, kai apie Kalėdas dainavę per jas +/- iškeliauja Anapilin, nemaloni