4 acessos
Oh no, the snow's stopped snowing.
Maybe we'll get somebowling and drinking when
lookintg at the sky.
Pretend that you despise it, why does your lazy eye
rest on his skin,
his arm and his homing too?
Take a look around you, the spring has sent the sound
of rain upon your windowsill.
So grab your coat and play a song for me.
Don't think that I've forgotten. We've grown up but I
know the reason,
I want to curl up in your room.
That's why we're on the late shif, JP at Maida Vale.
I've got my clothes dry-cleaned to commemorate the
day.
I know my legs are weak, but if I hear my baby speak,
then I'll start running.
She's got miraculous techniques.
If I could be a song, I would be something that would
snake into your room
and be with you the whole night long