somewhere only we know

yes, i'm into keane... that's why the title of my second column in heraldo filipino is titled like the album of keane--hopes and fears, that is. while i was doing this post, i was listening to it. special, yes, because a burned cd of it was given by someone who strangely came into my life without permission, and to my surprise, i was caught into something that tells me, "i'm beginning to fall in love, be mushy and corny every second, every minute, every hour, everyday... whew! i really miss her. i really wish she knew it. if only she knew how much i really want to spend time with her to show i really care, if only we have all the time, minus all those bitchy people who only wish us miseries and desolation, then i guess nothing could stop us... if only we could be somewhere only we know...