Paroles de Cities Carved In Stone

I lost my self, in those streets A passenger of foreign tongue The sun sets, in the same language And rises just the same There was no grand design To get to this point No absolutes, no given truths We were not carved in stone She sent the sun to heal me She sent the moon to guide me And when the words failed me So she lay beside me Sometimes I get to thinking of the past When I've had more than a drink or two Who knows where the days go And would you ever want them back [Lyrics: A.A. Nemtheanga] [Music: MacUilliam and Primordial] ["That feeling when you are in another city, another town, strange and new streets and you realise you are wholly alone. Not one person around you knows you and no one knows where you stand in this world. It is these moments travelling that make me think of the past more than ever..."]