The word's on the streets we've found someone new
If he
When you think you're treading water
But you're just learning how
Here, comes your bedtime story
Mum and Dad have sentenced you
The feel of my arm around your waist
The pale blue
I used to hate the sun
Because it shone on everythin'
It's six o'clock
The birds are singing
I'm wide awake
Whilst you're still
'There's a light that shines on everythin' and everyone
And it
I took an air-rifle, shot a Magpie to the ground
And
We came across the North Sea
With our carriers on our
This is the true story of the weeds, the origin
Just behind the station
Before you reach the traffic island
A river