Music Non Stop

Ossessione

I found the perfect picture, of a perfect stranger

It looked as if, it were ataken in the fourties sometime,

Judging by the style.

He could be a killer, or a blind man with a cane

Perhaps he died in a car crash, years ago.

Right now, it's impossible to tell

I almost thought I saw him, standing, whistling on a bridge.

I asked him the time, but when he turned around,I saw it wasn't him at all.

I'm still searching.I'm still searching.

I saw him in an airport, while he was sitting on a wing.

And I waved to him, but I don't think he noticed me.

I've got a funny feeling...I know who he is.