peppermint wind

I cry every time I listen to this song. without fail. why do I listen then? I don't know. but it makes me feel things fragile, painful, and beautiful.

Damien Rice - Elephant from gisele requena on Vimeo.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright, 

And there the moon-bird rests from flight

To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And the dark street winds and bends.

Past the pits where the asphalt grows

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

The place where the sidewalk ends.

tutti i giorni della tua vita son oggi -- all the days of your life are today