She was like a bird in a golden cage...
I love my city with all my heart , but sometimes it feels like I can't even catch my breathe... I want to fly like a bird but I
find myself sitting in a golden cage...It feels like I need to have two or tree mojitos to feel good again and dream
without limits... Drunk minds, sober thoughts? Probably. Always looking for something more...? Maybe.
And please, don't get me wrong... Ljubljana = my little heaven. I love morning sunrise with the castle in the background,
I love fresh Elle in combination with cold watermelon in our garden , I love sitting on a bench in the centr
and smelling Summer in the air... I love a million things about my city. But still... I'm wondering how would it be
watching sunrise with Big Ben in the background every morning. I'm wondering how would it be living in NY
or having a relationshipwith mysterious sexy French guy who plays guitar... Sometimes I really want
to get lost in a big city and discover something new...I think I just want to extend my wings and live as I always wanted to...
This city's no longer mine, there's sadness written on every corner...Each lover was made to sign, now I hear them calling me over and over...
Perfect song for wind in my hair and nostalgic journey... Whitest Boy Alive - Golden Cage