Midnight in harlem
Well, I came to the city
I was running from the past
My heart was bleeding
And it hurt my bones to laugh
Stayed in the city
No exception to the rules, to the rule
He was born to love me
I was raised to be his fool, his fool
Walk that line, torn apart
Spend your whole life trying
Ride that train, free your heart
It's midnight up in Harlem
I went down to the river
And I took a look around
There were old man's shoes
There were needles on the ground
No more mysteries, baby
No more secrets, no more clues
The stars are out there
You can almost see the moon
The streets are windy
And the subway's closing down
Gonna carry this dream
To the other side of town.
Walk that line, torn apart
Spend your whole life trying
Ride that train, free your heart
It's midnight up in Harlem
La noche y la buena música hacen que el momento sea perfecto.
ResponderEliminarMil besitos, Erik y feliz fin de mes ♥
Es que en la oscuridad de la ocho ciertas músicas hacen la madrugada perfecta.
EliminarEl mes viene complicadillo pero vamos a hincarle el diente .
Besos
En las horas perfectas, sin ruidos, sólo el sonido de una bonita canción.
ResponderEliminarBesos
Son esas horas en que el blues suena mejor que nunca.
EliminarBesos.
Bonita canción. Un beso.
ResponderEliminarA mi me encanta cualquier versión de ella.
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