torsdag 14 mars 2013






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Every day’s all the same, soon the grey will get you blind
We’ll catch a train or a plane or a bus and leave tonight
And come away, come away, come away with me tonight
And kiss me once then again and then once for every time

Leave for the week, or till Saturday is fine
We’ll go by plane or by train or by bus and leave tonight
In the sun where it’s warm, on the beach just by the shore
But I can’t, no I can’t, no I can’t and I know I’ve said that before

We’ll go somewhere and just lie there
We can whisper every word so pure
No more of the terrible science
Only water licks our chin for cure
And we’ll go to form an alliance
Or a party made of gold I’m sure
No more of the terrible science
We will make it on our whole life tour
On our whole life tour

Hold you tight through the night, let me help you to survive
When the morning arrive I can help you draw and write
And move on with our home on the side
Never needed to stay, we could move around the tide
Teasing with sleep like a dream with aching eyes
Maybe these are the weeks that inspire all your life
I long for days so light
To watch them pass me by

We’ll go somewhere and just lie there
We can whisper every word so pure
No more of the terrible science
Only water licks our chin for cure
And we’ll go to form an alliance
Or a party made of gold I’m sure
No more of the terrible science
We will make it on our whole life tour