The point at which you looked at me Has always being part of my brain Now my mind is in a whirl And it seems I am not the same
My dear and special friend There´s never a point at which we ever loved
I´m in mine, and mine is fine I´m wrapped up in shining days Blackbirds in summer time They find a low I end up being you My dear and special friend There´s never a point at which we ever loved
The point at which I looked at you Has always being part of my brain Now my mind is in a whirl And it seems I am not the same My dear and special friend There´s never a point at which we ever loved