The window is wide open, breathing air of night from a dark blue sky. And a woman sings of what used to be, with a voice so sad, that it makes me cry. I can't control myself when I hear her sing: "Midnight, not a sound from the pavement." Havana please, I missed you since we're apart. You are forever in my heart. You shot me right through the heart. And now I feel so broken about how all these days go by with the blink of an eye. And a shooting star shot through my heart with a voice so true: "Hey boy, why feel so blue?" "Well, it's just my favorite colour. I've got one wish for you: memory, I wish I'd lose my memory." Nostalgia belongs to Havana, I want you. Like a star out of the blue, you spoke to me with a voice so true: "The future's bright for you, little boy. Your life is here for you to enjoy. And let me tell you this tonight, everything's gonna be alright." Havana please don't leave me in this lonely world. Take me to a place where I feel no hurt. Havana please, I missed you since we're apart. You are forever in my heart. Like a shooting star you shot me right through the heart.
Submitted by André at Fri 12 Dec, 2003 1:00 am