Bus 42
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Rock

Écoute ce morceau sur la radio communautaire Anthem.
par PassepartoutFR
Rock

Écoute ce morceau sur la radio communautaire Anthem.
Early morning sun, the bus rollin' slow,
I find my seat, same spot, same row,
The window's tint, the streets all blur,
I see her face, the girl, a distant blur.
Coffee steam, the city's hum,
Her smile, a pattern in the dull routine,
Every morning, she's there,
Just two rows up, in her own sphere.
Every day, same ride, same song,
Waiting for a glimpse of where she's gone,
Same bus, same stop, no trace of her,
Where’d you go? I still hear your laugh.
Turned a corner, now we part,
The empty seat, a silent heart,
The morning’s shade, no longer bright,
Echoes of you in the fading light.
Every day, same ride, same song,
Waiting for a glimpse of where she's gone,
Same bus, same stop, no trace of her,
Where’d you go? I still hear your laugh.
Morning’s tint, the bus rolls on,
Empty seat, my heart's alone,
The city’s hum, no longer right,
Searching for you in the morning light.