Que Sarah, Sarah

Wednesday, October 04, 2006


my heart...

...in a song.

A Lovestory
Thomas Dybdahl

honey i told you
that these things never last
and one of these days now
you`ll start dreaming of the past
when life was once too short for all the things we'd do and the shots we'd call
and endless summer without a fall
when promises were meant to keep
and nighttime wasn't meant for sleep
a love story at its peak
doesn't it feel good
to know that you've been loved
and doesn't it make you
laugh when you think of
the day when we all got lost on the old mans farm
just trying to get across
it was only then i knew what love was
sunday mornings that never ended and hangovers that never mended
a love story at its peak
"Let the people who never find true love
keep saying that there's no such thing.
Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die."
"It's a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them -- and they simply don't need you. That's all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they'll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on-- this desperate need -- and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other."
"we, of that time, are no longer the same...
love is so short, forgetting is so long."


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