Cáceres, verano '09

Campa acababa de mercarse una cámara estupenda y una noche extremeña, a principios de verano, Pedro, Javi y un servidor nos prestamos a colocarnos delante y tocar una canción nueva para mayor gloria del Imperio Britántico. The name's Ribbon.

Ribbon

Do you ever miss my smile?
I miss yours sometimes
Do you ever have the time to wonder?
Do you ever get so drunk every light's a star?
Do you ever burst in tears?
I'm in tears sometimes

All the world is turning green now we were red at last
Everything we have said and done was said and done too much
You wouldn't believe the amount of corners I'm afraid to turn
to find again, oh no, you're not behind

Now I'm trembling like the ribbon in your hairdo
Where did everybody go today?
You know I promised not to think of you too often
Then again who's going to stop me anyway

I don't believe in you
oh, why should I
I don't believe in you
oh, why should I

Now I'm trembling like the ribbon in your hairdo
Where did everybody go today?
You know I promised not to think of you too often
Then again who's gonna stop me anyway

I don't believe in you
I must be tired
I don't believe in you
I must be tired