so what s this for? it s about sitting comfortably in some rooftop. a sun s going down on you. everyone keeps talking making sense. stuck within some remote hotel with no name. everything around is what dreams are made of. those drinks of varied colors get poured over the shoulders of your companions. starry eyed faces get mixed up as the walls turn to different shades of pink. a night plane is coming. a million lights are never to be seen. a distance left to run.
fine young cannibals - johnny come homenew order - regret
m people - don t look any furtherlaid back - bakermanthe pretenders - don t get me wrong
prince - when doves crypulp - do you remember the first time?pet shop boys - domino dancingmadonna - i ll remembersting - englishman in new yorksimply red - holding back the years