Juano Lippi: Music

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)
• MP3 play whole song, lo-fi (modem)

Written about friends and lovers. Some you can still count on, even if you haven't been in contact. Some have passed away, while others are still there to help you through the maze of life. And, some relationships are building as we breathe. Memories of the heart.

________________________________

Beautiful has fallen down, she fell so low she's beneath the ground, and nothing is going to bring her habits home. And I... don't know why I try to find my way back to your arms.

And when I dream, I dream of you, I wish I had a simple clue, about how you must feel when you're alone. And I... don't know why I try to find my way back to your song.

And every time I look at my reflection, it shatters me inside, oh my.

Life is not an absolute, unless you're buying, then we'll pollute, we'll find the buzz come creeping down Ludlow Street. And you... wonder why I try to find my way back to your smile.

I used to wear some nicer clothes, I'm sure I had a smaller nose, isn't it funny how life just sneaks on by. And you... wonder why I never really say what's on my mind.

And every time I look at my reflection, it shatters me inside, your eyes.

Beautiful has flown away, she flew so high she forgot her way, and nothing is going to bring her pale face home. And I... don't know why I try to find my way back to your arms...

Your Arms