Lletres:
Frank Michael

Michael is you, he has your face, he still has your eyes Remember, Peter is me, 'cept when he smiles And if you look at them both for a while You can

(for P.Y.) Here I am: "Hometown Boy Makes Good" Writes one critic. All my childhood I lived By the blue Pacific. Anytime that reality Makes me heartsick

No one here Venus and Mars And a skyful of stars It's been a slo-mo year A few stolen kisses And several near misses I wait (wish my mission was clearer

You appear on the horizon far away My desire to be there with you stirs the wind and fills the sense In the bay I drop the anchor down swim ashore On

I've been waiting to meet you I know you're out there somewhere Are you waiting to meet me too? Every morning I start out Maybe today Every night turn

The music begins and the titles fade in, starrin' you and me The hero is struggling to say that his lady is far away In her prison of wishes We love

When I walk around Soho I remember Gamboa There's a feeling, there's a beat That hugs me like a boa Walking by the docks Where Donga make the samba In

I was just a stand-in Someone love abandoned - not the leading man But my heart yelled "Action" What does "fall in love" mean? We rehearsed the Love Scene

When circumstance divides us I always close my eyes My thoughts retrace The image of your face Somehow our love survives Now we're in our prime And it