By the window, I see the days pass by, I like autumn.
The leaves are flying, the lovers dancing, that's what love does.
I don't wait for anything in particular.
I write in my journal alone and my emergencies make me pale.
Under the lime trees I lie and I think badly of the flowers.
By the window, I see summer pass by.
I let myself go, I listen to 'Yesterday'.
Our common points, our common places
Everything in common.
It leaves me with a taste of grief
Like an ache in the gut
Our common points, our common places
All these roses in common
Leave us with a taste for returning
Like love sickness, a love-sick puppy.
At my window I wait for midday to sound and I see
Once more the road to Madison, you're no longer there.
I don't wait for anything in particular.
You left me with a bit of 'Yesterday'.
Our common points, our common places
Everything in common.
It leaves me with a taste of grief
Like an ache in the gut
Our common points, our common places
All these roses in common
Leave us with a taste for returning
Like love sickness, a love-sick puppy.
(String solo)
Our common points, our common places
Everything in common.
It leaves me with a taste of grief
Like an ache in the gut
Our common points, our common places
All these roses in our hands
Leave us with a taste for returning
Like love sickness, a love-sick puppy.
All these things in common, like an ache in the gut.
All these roses in common, like love sickness, a love-sick puppy.