The Street Where You Used to Live
On the street where you used to live
I thought I saw an angel
Walking around the parking meters
Just 'fore the crimson dawn
On the street where you used to live
The same where I spent my youth
The street lights seem like old giants
Watching all I do
Here I keep singing songs about you
It's just I think I miss the good old times
Your mailbox is full of letters
With old poems written in the dark
With old poems written in the dark
On the street where you used to live
The birds ain't sing no longer
All my old memories
Flow like a feather in wind
The street where you used to live
Still has something romantic
The broken glass on the warm asphalt
Shines with a beautiful light
Here I keep singing songs about you
It's just I think I miss the good old times
Your mailbox is full of letters
With old poems written in the dark
With old poems written in the dark
The street where you used to live
Is a shelter for the brokenhearted
All the nomads like me
Find here a home
And here I keep singing songs about you
It's just I think I miss the good old times
Your mailbox is full of letters
With old poems written in the dark
Here I keep singing songs about you, honey
It's just I think I miss the good old times
And your mailbox is full of letters
With old poems written in the dark
With old poems written in the dark
With old poems written in the dark
I thought I saw an angel
Walking around the parking meters
Just 'fore the crimson dawn
On the street where you used to live
The same where I spent my youth
The street lights seem like old giants
Watching all I do
Here I keep singing songs about you
It's just I think I miss the good old times
Your mailbox is full of letters
With old poems written in the dark
With old poems written in the dark
On the street where you used to live
The birds ain't sing no longer
All my old memories
Flow like a feather in wind
The street where you used to live
Still has something romantic
The broken glass on the warm asphalt
Shines with a beautiful light
Here I keep singing songs about you
It's just I think I miss the good old times
Your mailbox is full of letters
With old poems written in the dark
With old poems written in the dark
The street where you used to live
Is a shelter for the brokenhearted
All the nomads like me
Find here a home
And here I keep singing songs about you
It's just I think I miss the good old times
Your mailbox is full of letters
With old poems written in the dark
Here I keep singing songs about you, honey
It's just I think I miss the good old times
And your mailbox is full of letters
With old poems written in the dark
With old poems written in the dark
With old poems written in the dark
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Writer(s): Suso Díaz
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