Riding on this know-how, never been here before Peculiarly entrusted, possibly that's all Is history recorded? Does someone have a tape? Surely, I'm no
, but the paint is coming off I didn't know if you wanted to But I came to pick you up You didn't even hesitate And now you and me are on our way I
I'd rather dance with you than talk with you, so why don't we just move into the other room. There's space for us to shake, and 'hey, I like this tune
circles Places look the same And we're the only difference The wind is in your hair It's covering my view I'm holding on to you On a bike we've hired
plan So I lose some sales and my boss won't be happy But there's only one thing on my mind Searching boxes underneath the counter On a chance that on
All I do is sleep all day and think of you A memory of the cushion's life I'm clinging to The image of a mutual one, our haven The sombre chords of our
Summerchild that sits by the water Weaving sunlight threads in his hands The golden river that day a shelter A stream where he could make pebbles dance
the streets, in the corners, there's a scent in the air I ask you out and I lead you, I know my way around here There's a bench I remember, and on the
A room in the house is always warm Stretched out on the bathroom floor thinking Of fair days your future may hold Love comes like surprise ice on the
spin top made a sound Like a train across the valley It faded, oh, so quiet But constant 'til it passed Over the ridge to the distances Written on your
demeanor But one of us misread And what do you know? It happened again A friend is not a means You utilize to get somewhere Somehow I didn't notice Friendship is an
One, two, one, two I walked around for hours, two ten pence pieces in my hand I was alone freezing, still trying hard to understand you I left the others
"Why, why so quiet? Oh my, mysterious country singer?" she asked. My life, it's a riot I'm climbing barricades in empty streets at night. When I'm down
Why, why so quiet oh my mysterious country singer she asked my life (love), it's a riot I am climbing barricades in empty streets at night when I'm down
Vertimas: Kings Of Convenience. Riot On Empty Street.
"Why, why so quiet? Oh my mysterious country singer?" she asked. My life, it's a riot I'm climbing barricades In empty streets at night. When I
so I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy but there's only one thing on my mind searching boxes underneath the counter on a chance that on