Camelo sabe o que descobri no deserto...

não tinha senão o telemóvel...e isto tinha de ser registado...

didn't think yellow would want to get away...

i used to be grey with spots of yellow
you made me yellow with spots of grey.
i even got enough yellow to give away.

now yellow been loosing it's space
little by little, brightening away
giving grey back it's place

but yellow was good to me
specially with spots of grey
it fitted and i wish it would stay
come back, come back if you may

yellow could never full me
not ever, nor today
but now i have to accept grey
even if yellow rests on my taste
coz he wants, again, to play hide away

there's no place like home...there's no place like home...

partilhei o metro ontem com um rapaz novo, muito formalmente vestido, que volta e meia, mesmo a andar, batia com os calcanhares um no outro....fez-me lembrar a Dorothy, do Feiticeiro de Oz.....já do outro lado do arco-íris!