com os Borrões que embelezam e me tornam maior...
Não a caminho do Oeste, mas a caminho do norte.
"There were blue skies in my city today
Everything was sinking
Said snow would come on Sunday
The old school was due and the traffic grew
Upon the Westway
Where I stood watching comets on their lonesome trails
Shining up above me the jet fuel it fell
Down to earth where the money always comes first
And the sirens sing
Distance between us when we communicate
Still picking up shortwave
Somewhere they're out in space
It depends how you're wired when the night's on fire
Under the Westway
For the way I feel about you
Paradise no lost, it's in you
On a permanent basis I apologise
But I am going to sing
Sing it out loud and sing it to you
Am I lost out at sea
'Til a tide wash me up off the Westway"