On a bridge across the Severn on a saturday night,
Susie meets the man of her dreams.
He says that he got in trouble and if she doesn't mind
He doesn't want the company
But there's something in the air
They share a look in silence and everything is understood
Susie grabs her man and puts a grip on his hand as the rain puts a tear in his eye.
SHE SAYS:
Don't let go
Never give up, it's such a wonderful life!
You know how this is:if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists,aromas,light, metals,were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.Well,now,if little by little you stop loving me.I shall stop loving you little by little.If suddenly,you forget me,do not look for me,for I shall already have forgotten you.
My life is changing everyday,every possible way.Though my dreams,it's never quite as it seems.
