I dream of the past.
There is a certain spot,on a certain road,in a certain town were history seems to come alive for me.
Every since I was a boy this place seems like time stands still,for a second I know I'm reliving me life.
Deja Vu.
Tall red clay hills,green trees,dusty roads,the season is summer.
This I know well.
There is a certain spot,on a certain road,in a certain town were history seems to come alive for me.
Every since I was a boy this place seems like time stands still,for a second I know I'm reliving me life.
Deja Vu.
Tall red clay hills,green trees,dusty roads,the season is summer.
This I know well.