Om ensomhet

Har så lite å gjøre i dag så jeg poster en sang i stedet. Det er en veldig fin sang av Keane, som er det første bandet jeg noen gang har kjøpt CD av og det eneste bandet jeg har fulgt helt siden gjennombruddet. Dette bandet betyr mye for meg og jeg kan mange av sangene på Hopes and Fears CD'e utenat (bortsett fra Everybody's Changing som jeg er piss lei av og som irriterende mange forbinder med Keane:P).

She Has No Time

You think your days are uneventful,
And no one ever thinks about you.
She goes her own way,
She goes her own way.

You say your days are ordinary,
And no one ever thinks about you.
But we're all the same,
And she can hardly breathe without you

She says she has no time,
For you now.
She says she has no time.

Think about the lonely people,
Then think about the day she found you
Or lie to yourself,
And see it all dissolve around you.

She says she has no time
For you now.
She says she has no time
For you now.
She says she has no time.

Lonely people tumble downwards.
My heart opens to you,
When she says she has no time
For you now.
She says she has no time
For you now.
She says she has no time.