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′.
Even if I could hear what you said, I doubt my reply would be interesting for you to hear. Because I haven′t read a single book all year, and the only film I saw, I didn′t like it at all.
I′d rather dance than talk with you. I′d rather dance than talk with you. I′d rather dance than talk with you.
The music′s too loud and the noise from the crowd increases the chance of misinterpretation. So let your hips do the talking. I′ll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings, and you′ll make me smile by really Getting into the swing. Getting into the swing. Getting into the swing. Getting into the swing. Getting into the swing. Getting into the swing. Getting into the swing. Getting into the swing.
I′d rather dance than talk with you. I′d rather dance than talk with you. I′d rather dance than talk with you. I′d rather dance than talk with you.
I′d rather dance than talk with you. I′d rather dance than talk with you.
You called me after midnight, must have been three years since we last spoke. I slowly tried to bring back, the image of your face from the memories so old. I tried so hard to follow, but didn′t catch the half of what had gone wrong, said "I don′t know what I can save you from."
I asked you to come over, and within half an hour, you were at my door. I had never really known you, but I realized that the one you were before, had changed into somebody for whom I wouldn′t mind to put the kettle on. Still I don′t know what I can save you from.
Your eyes are cold, I know you′ll tell me all. Not to fall, I lean against the wall. I′m on the floor, not listening anymore. I should have known, the things to which you′re prone. (You cross your arms, and tell no lies, a thousand thoughts run through my mind, a thousand words that I don′t need, I never thought you could do this.)
Your eyes are cold, I know you′ll tell me all. Not to fall, I lean against the wall.
I didn′t know you were there until you said "hello." You had been watching me for I don′t know how long. I hit my head against the lamp, as by surprise I stood up. "Don′t be afraid," you said, "it′s only me- The door wasn′t locked."
The voice I′d heard in the hall was hard to recognise. But now we know he′s onboard, wearing our disguise. If only you and I could trust each other through this, then together we could work out who the enemy is.
Little kids playing in the park downtown. Someone′s dad is watching from the side of the playground. I′m following my shadow so I cross the street. Car passing stereo I like the beat. Open up the door, turning on the fan. Dropping down the keys that I held in my hand, and then start waiting for her steps to be heard in the staircase, enter the room and let down her bag. Asking me all kinds of trivial questions, pretending an everyday life we don′t have.
Little kids playing in the park downtown. Soon they′ll be all gone as the sun goes down. Little kids playing in the park downtown. Soon they′ll be all gone as the sun goes down. And rises over, Brooklyn Bridge tomorrow, hours later I will follow, wake up to a life that′s hollow without love
The build up lasted for days, lasted for weeks, lasted too long. Our hero withdrew, when there was two, he could not choose one, so there was none.
Worn into the vaguely announced. Worn into the vaguely announced.
The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley, fading, oh so quiet but constant til it passed, over the ridge into the distances written on your ticket to remind you where to stop, and when to get off.
The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley, fading, oh so quiet but constant til it passed, over the ridge into the distances written on your ticket to remind you where to stop, and when to get off.
All I do is sleep all day, and think of you. A memory of the cushion life I′m clinging to. The image of a mutual one, our haven. The sombre chords of our song, the fading.
Love is no big truth, driven by our genes, we are simple selfish beings. A symphony that′s you, joyously awaking the ignorant and sleeping.
Passion and its brother hate, they come and go. Could easily be made to stay for longer though. Many people play this game so willingly, do I have to be like them, or be lonely?
Love is no big truth, driven by our genes, we are simple selfish beings. A symphony that′s you, joyously awaking the ignorant and sleeping.
Another view of what there is to it, getting me through it.
I′ll never need it again. I′ll never need it again. I′ll never need it again. I′ll never need it again. I′ll never need it again. I′ll never need it again. I′ll never need it again.
Things seem so much better when they′re not part of your close surroundings. Like words in a letter sent, amplified by the distance. Possibilities and sweeter dreams, sights and sounds calling form far away, calling from far away. I didn′t know you then, now did I girl? I couldn′t hear you singing softly to me. I didn′t know you then, now did I girl? I didn′t see the brave girl so near me. I didn′t know you then, now did I girl? I couldn′t hear you sing softly to me.
I wanted a mystery that couldn′t be solved, I wanted a puzzle with pieces missing. I wanted a story that couldn′t be told, only the fishing part of fishing.
I didn′t know you then, now did I girl? I couldn′t hear you singing softly to me. I didn′t know you then, now did I girl? I didn′t see the brave girl so near me. I didn′t know you then, now did I girl? I couldn′t hear you sing softly to me.
And now I find it was you all the time. I′m in love again it′s too late now...
From my seat I see the fields move by, coulours strong- it′s been a long, long time. It′s the first time I see summer on the Westhill. I lean back and let my eyes just go floating now where they want to float. They seem to take to the horizon. Now I know there is a world beyond the small place I was coming from. I feel at home here in the middle of nowhere. I will never know the names of these places that I travel through to reach the coastline- I′ve been told I will be there in time.
Please oceancloud, let there be no storm on the crossing below
Even though I′ll never need her, even though she′s only giving me pain, I′ll be on my knees to feed her, spend a day to make her smile again Even though I′ll never need her, even though she′s only giving me pain As the world is soft around her, leaving me with nothing to disdain.
Even though I′m not her minder, even though she doesn′t want me around, I am on my feet to find her, to make sure that she is safe and sound. Even though I′m not her minder, even though she doesn′t want me around, I am on my feet to find her, to make sure that she is safe from harm.
The sun sets on the war, the day breaks and everything is new...
There are very many things I would like to say to you, but i′ve lost my way and I′ve lost my words. There are very many places I would like to go but I can′t find the key to open my door. The weight of my words- you can′t feel it anymore. The weight of my words- you can′t feel it anymore. There are very many ways I would like to break the spell you′ve cast upon me. Because all the time I sacrificed myself to make you want me, has made you hant me. The weight of my words you can′t feel it anymore...
Five weeks in a prison, I made no friends. There′s more time to be done, but I′ve got a week to spend. I didn′t pay much attention first time around, but now you′re hard not to notice, right here in my town. Where the stage of my old life meets the cast of the new. Tonights actors... me and you.
Each day is taking us closer, while drawing the curtains to close. This far, or further, I need to know. Your increasingly long embraces, are they saying sorry or please? I don′t know what′s happening, help me.
Through the streets, on 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 way there I find that the movements you′re making, are mirrored in mine. And your hand is held open, intentionally, or just what I want to see?
Your increasingly long embraces, are they saying sorry or please? I don′t know what′s happening, help me. I don′t normally beg for assistance, I rely on my own eyes to see, but right now they make no sense to me, right now you make no sense to me.
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. You looked around you, nobody had taken, any notice of what you saw... Against the evening sky a formation, a million black birds looking like one.
Live long, save ten years to remember, live long, hold it in front of your eyes once more. Live long, save ten years to remember, live long, hold it in front of your eyes once more.
What′s the immaterial substance that envelopes two, that one percieves as hunger and the other as food. I wake in tangeled covers, to a sash of snow, you dream in a cartoon garden, I could never know. Innocent imitation, you are cast in gold, your image a compensation for me to hold.
Parallel lines, move so fast, toward the same point, infinity is as near as it is far.
Using the Guardian as a shield, to cover my thighs against the rain, I do not mind about my hair. Your jacket may be waterproof, but I know the moment you get home you′re gonna get your trousers changed. Failure is always the best way to learn, retracing your steps untill you know, have no fear your wounds will heal. I wish I could travel overground to where all you hear is water sounds, lush as the wind upon a tree. I wish I could travel overground to where all you hear is water sounds, to capture and keep inside of me. Failure is always the best way to lean, retracing your steps untill you know, have no fear your wounds will heal.
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 pioneer, constellations stay the same.
Just a little bit of danger, when intriguingly, our little secret, trusts that you trust me. ′Cause no one will ever know, that this was happening, so tell me why you listen, when nobody′s talking.
What is there to know? All this is what it is. Oh... You and me alone, sheer simplicity... What is there to know? All this is what it is. Oh... You and me alone, sheer simplicity... What is there to know? All this is what it is. Oh... You and me alone, sheer simplicity...
Through the alleyways to cool off in the shadows, then into the street following the water. There′s a bearded man paddling in his canoe, looks as if he has come all the way from the Cayman Islands.
These canals, it seems, they all go in 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 until tomorrow.
If only they could see, if only they had been here, they would understand, how someone could have chosen to go the length I′ve gone, to spend just one day riding. Holding on to you, I never thought it would be this clear.
When past sometimes takes you with soft hands, forcelessly pulls you to your chair. Hides you away from these half days, sunless at the end of the year. The air is like a knife cutting through you. A room in the house is always warm. Stretched out on the bathroomfloor, thinking, of fair days your future may hold.
Love comes like surprise ice on the water, love comes like surprise ice at dawn. Love comes like surprise ice on the water, love comes at dawn.
Deprived of the light and of colours, the world ends at your windowtree. Darkness creates these illusions, but pale days can teach you to see. Rain falls, but no life is given, weeks pass, no progress is made. Past sometimes takes you with soft hands, and all that surrounds you will fade.
Love comes like surprise ice on the water, love comes like surprise ice at dawn. Love comes like surprise ice on the water, love comes at dawn.
Without giving anything away, I can say it′s by the sea. It′s a house that used to be the home of a friend of mine. Without giving anything away, you′ll find ships inside of bottles, and the garden′s overgrown, the house is white but the paint is coming of.
I didn′t know if you wanted to, when I came to pick you up. But you didn′t even hesitate, and now you and me are on our way. I think I′ve brought everything we need, so don′t look back, don′t think of the other places you should have been it′s a good thing that you came along with me.
Gold in the air of summer, you′ll shine like gold in the air of summer.
If you wanna be my friend You want us to get along Please do not expect me to Wrap it up and keep it there The observation I am doing could Easily be understood As cynical demeanour 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 end What do you know It happened again
How come no-one told me All throughout history The loneliest people Were the ones who always spoke the truth The ones who made a difference By withstanding the indifference I guess it′s up to me now Should I take that risk or just smile?
What do you know It happened again What do you know
In the sky the birds are pulling rain, in your life a curse has got a name, makes you lie awake all through the night that′s why. She′s intoxicated by herself, everyday she′s seen with someone else, and every night she kisses someone new never you.
You′re waiting in the shadows for a chance because you believe at heart, that if you can, show to her what love is all about she′ll change. She′ll talk to you with no one else around, but only if you′re able to entertain her, the moment conversation stops she′s gone again.
I′ll lose some sales and my boss won′t be happy, but I can′t stop listening to the sound of two soft voices blended in perfection from the reels of this record that I′ve found.
Every day there′s a boy in the mirror asking me... What are you doing here? Finding all my previous motives growing increasingly unclear.
I′ve traveled far and I′ve burned all the bridges I believed as soon as I hit land all the other options held before me, would wither in the light of my plan.
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 a tape I′d find... a song for someone who needs somewhere to long for.