the wandering

Patrick Watson and MARO.




Woke up a bit slowly feeling a bit lonely . But here we are . Got a nowhere kinda fever like melancholy’s a-dreaming . And that’s my favourite kind of feeling . Don’t know where we’re going . Don’t know where we’ve been . It’s that strange kind of wind again.

Your feet are a hanging off of this train dreaming . Up the world walking by . Wandered through the strangers . Too quick for them to notice . Who you are . I don’t know anybody . And no one knows me . I could be anything . And you're my favourite company . You and I in disguise watching the world . Wonder by . Aaaaaah

We went everywhere . We went everywhere.

Four of spades pulls up in her car . And I’m standing outside the bar . She says get in we’re gonna drive drive too far.
Wrapped in my foreign heart . I don’t know where we are . Can’t remember my name . And she feels the same . And know we’ll be sad . At the end of the road . We don’t want this conversation to end anymore.
Don’t know where we’re going . Don’t know where we have been .
Since we were young . Partes de mim deixo onde vou . And the hills were on fire . São tantas as vezes que esqueço o que sou . Ou onde estou agora . Everything sang to me . Ai, eu já não sei se quero ir embora . Ou se quero ficar . We went everywhere . We went everywhere . Ou se quero ficar . Aaaaaaah