You say that we’ve got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we’re falling apart
You’ll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
But I know you just don’t care
CHORUS:
And I said what about “Breakfast at Tiffany’s?”
She said, “I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it.”
And I said, “Well, that’s the one thing we’ve got.”
I see you – the only one who knew me
And now your eyes see through me
I guess I was wrong
So what now? It’s plain to see we’re over,
And I hate when things are over -
When so much is left undone
{CHORUS}
You say that we’ve got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we’re falling apart
You’ll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
But I know you just don’t care
{CHORUS}
“Breakfast At Tiffany’s” – Deep Blue Something
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02:04 (GMT+01:00) Brussels, Copenhagen, Madrid, Paris
46 hours to make a potentially life-altering decision. The blue smoke of burning leaves over a mist shrouded Seine make for some stunning sunrises. Guess I’ll see another one soon, though it may be one of my last in this country.
Mull, mull, mull. Someone needs to grate some cinnamon on my head, stuff me full of cloves and simmer for 20 minutes. I’m sure I’d make a tasty mulled wine.
On second thought, a little bit of sugar is probably in order, to cut the bitterness.
“It’s the bottom of the 9th, the score is tied, it’s time for the big one.“
“You up for this one, Maverick?“
“Just a walk in the park Kazansky.“
