My name is Luca
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Strange is it not how a lyric's meaning can be transposed by conjuring a new illustrative image to your mind's eye? The original intention is described here.
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
1 comment:
You have lost the plot !
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