Lovers In Japan - Coldplay

This was the song I was searching for all day when I stumbled upon it at the Gap store. I knew the sound was too familiar and that I had heard it before but I just couldn’t put my finger on the title at that moment.

So I stole a few of the lyrics. Mouthed them into my memory. Forgot them for a while. And then recovered them at the time of my Google search.

And I felt like a pirate that found a treasure.

Guess what?! I got a cute black mini peasant dress today at Charlotte Russe!

Okay I had to let that out because I’m sometimes Madonna’s Material Girl and I get excited when I come across cute things. & I can’t wait to flaunt it. Perfect with my heeled Mary Janes.

It was my first time at the outlet malls. I get the hype. A lot of chances to put stuff together and vary my wardrobe. Create new works of art. But I paint on the paintbrush.

The Coach Factory store was ridiculous though. So many crazy about that letter C. It is the thing that got Cinderella to The Ball. Okay I understand the craze.

Anyways I just love the feeling of just knowing. Just knowing the song after kind of knowing it. Having everything become finally clear.

But that U2 song. That song that plays almost every night at Walgreens after the freaks have already come out for the night and exhausted my patience. The lyrics to that one have evaded my memory like a fluttering butterfly. All I remember is the music but am unable to translate it into something searchable. & that drives me crazy. This part of me won’t rest until I finally know it. Download it. Listen to it all day long. Get sick of it. Forget about. & encounter it again but not know it at the moment, only to discover it again.