Texter

I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore
I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore
I don't know what its like to land and not race through your door
I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore

I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore
I'm not sure that I really ever could
Hold on to your hotel key in your bedroom neighborhood
Me sleep-walkin in Hollywood

 

I'm gonna steer clear
I'd burn up in your atmosphere
I'm gonna steer clear
Cause I'd die if I saw you
I'd die if i didn't see you there
So i don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore

 

I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore
I'd get lost on the boulevard
Without your voice to tell me I love you take a right
the ten and the two is the loneliest sight

Wherever I go, Whatever I do
I wonder where I am in my relationship to you
Wherever you go, Wherever you are
I watch your life play out in pictures from afar

Wherever I go, Whatever I do
I wonder where I am in my relationship to you
Wherever you go, Wherever you are
I watch that pretty life play out in pictures from afar 

 

 

 

Ett urklipp ur JOHN MAYER's  "in your atmosphere"

Han är ytterligare en man jag spelar högt här hemma när jag är ensam.. jag liksom drunkar i hans texter.. hans lidande röst och musiken..

man är ju aldrig ung och kärleksdeppig längre.. men ibland är det skönt att "lida" lite med dem i deras texter! :)

såå fint! Verkligen.

 

 

KRAM