Letra de Magazines

Was it you, gazing out from magazines, magazines? Sun through the blinds, mornings in rome Talking so fine, feeling so low Bright magazines, strewn on the floor Took their revenge, chose to ignore Roman spring, coloured everything with days in store Was it you, gazing out from magazines, magazines? Inside information, glossy invitations from Galaxies of laughing souls And the wine, made you dance in time Time to see the dawn Knights in arms, lie in sympathy, bleeding on the lawn Was it you, gazing out from magazines, magazines? Inside information, the glossy invitations To chronicles of love and pain… Come the fall, on your balcony, against the wall Feel a chill, turn around to find, no-one there at all …Just magazines