1. |
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It seems so easy to lose the thread
Of the things I’ve done
And the things I’ve said
To hurt you
And so much harder to pick it up again
And pretend it’s just the same
Nothing has changed
Nothing has been said
I was only joking
So sorry it never comes across that way
Like spring is new
I’m the same as you
I just ignore the things you say that hurt me
And move on
As life unwinds you meet a man
Who says God is time and Time’s not kind
But money was the one
That always hurt you
And those who say that money is time
And time is money
Commit a crime against your mind
More fool you to believe it
Well I’ve been rich and I’ve been poor
And I feel it’s time to settle the score
Cause it seemed to me
That being rich felt better
As you unwind you might find
You change your mind
Grow tired of being defined
By the things you have or have not got
Fine if you are thinking
Of keeping me the way you think I am
Like spring is new
I need room to move
The things that make me what I am
Are the things that you can’t stand
So you think you are the one
Evil under the sun
Evil under the sun (with nothing to believe in)
So you think you are the one
Evil under the sun
Evil under the sun
It seems unwise to live off lies
To sell your soul to compromise
When the truth slips noose-like
Loose-like round your neck
As you unwind you search and find
No self respect
When you break one heart
And move on to the next
I was only joking
So sorry it never comes across that way
Like spring is new
I need room to move
The things that make me what I am
Are the things that you can’t stand
So you think you are the one
Evil under the sun
Evil Under the sun (with nothing to believe in)
So you think you are the one
Evil under the sun
Evil under the sun
It seems so easy to lose the thread
Of the things I’ve done
And the things I’ve said
To hurt you
And so much harder to pick it up again
And pretend it’s just the same
Nothing has changed
Nothing has been said
I was only joking
So sorry it never comes across that way
Like spring is new
I’m the same as you
I just ignore the things you say that hurt me
And move on
So you think you are the one
Evil under the sun
Evil under the sun (with nothing to believe in)
So you think you are the one
Evil under the sun
Evil under the sun
Look at what you have begun
Evil under the sun
Evil under the sun
Look at what you have become
Evil under the sun
Evil under the sun
It seems so easy to lose the thread
Of the things I’ve done
And the things I’ve said
To hurt you
I was only joking
So sorry it never comes across that way.
Hey hey.
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2. |
take me home
03:43
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I find myself in the city
Looking up
The city's just too big for me
I find myself walking too long
Forgotten which street
I'm supposed to be on
So I catch a cab in the city
Make up some place
I'd quite like to be
And then direct him to somewhere entirely different
And I find myself in the city
Stop in a bar
And ask for coffee
They only serve beer
so I stay for a while
Trading smiles with the mirror
And I find myself in the city
Tonight
I'm here as they turn on the lights
I find myself in the city
Take me home/home/home
I've been waiting too long-long in the city
Take me away - way to the country
Where everyone's happy (...)
At home/home
Alone once again
I find myself outside as it starts to rain
But I don't move
'Cause it feels like a picture to me
And I find myself in the city
Tonight
I'm here as they turn off the lights
Take me home/home/home
I've been waiting too long-long in the country
Take me away- way to city
Where everyone's happy
At home - home
Take me home
I've been wasting too long-long in the city
In the country
Take me away back to the city
Where I was happy at home/home
Take me home
I've been wasting too long long in the country
Take me away - way to the city
Where I was happy
for an hour or two
Wasted too long in the country
Take me back home to the city
Where I'll be happy for an hour or two.
Take me home.
© T.Zaldua/J.Thraves 1998
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3. |
entropy (edit)
04:56
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I’ve been reading
Mathematics to
A man I know
And he’s listening, listening
To you talking, talking
Listening, listening
To you talking
And sometimes the numbers dance in his head
And make music
She’s been reading mathematics to
A man like you
And he’s listening, listening
To you talking, talking
Listening, listening
To you talking
And sometimes the numbers dance in his head
And make music
They make music…
Don’t want to hang with the big boys
But then again who does
I’ve been reading
Mathematics to
A man I know
And he’s listening, listening
To you talking, talking
Listening, listening
To you talking
And sometimes
the numbers dance in his head
and make music
She’s been reading
Mathematics
Endlessly
To a man like me
And he’s listening, listening
To you talking, talking
Listening, listening
To you talking
And sometimes the numbers dance in his head and make music
They make music…
And he’s watching, watching
As you’re reading, reading
And sometimes he can just make out
A slip of satin under the dress you’re wearing
And he’s watching, watching
As your reading, reading
And he’s listening, listening
To the rhythm of your breathing
And sometimes he can feel
The texture of your skin
Under the dress
You should be wearing
Ssssssssshhh
Ssssssssshhh
Is this love a projection of
The things that I’ve been thinking of
Velocity of you and me guided to infinity
All is action and reaction
Thinking of some vulgar fraction
With sinful closed curves
Is this love a projection of
The things that I’ve been dreaming of
Velocity of you and me
Accelerate to infinity
All is action and reaction
Thinking of a vulgar fraction
Venn diagrams of who I am
In your sinful closed curves.
© T.Zaldua/T.Zundel 2001
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4. |
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If I found a reason
If I knew there was a God
Would you cast me out
If I took away your doubt
If I found a meaning to love
Should I write it down
And spread the word around
All the years you spent studying
In the hope of some return
On everything you've learned
You know everything
And understand nothing
So if I found a reason to life
I wouldn't tell you
You wouldn't tell me
What would you do
What would you do
Why do you get so mad at traffic lights
If I'm a second behind
You lose your mind
What would you do
With the second or two you'd saved
If you hadn't been delayed
You're two steps closer
To an early grave
You've got to slow down
You've got to slow down
Who told you who told you
To rush around
Consciousness is changing
We all want so much more
We're all looking for answers
Behind locked doors
We like looking for answers
We like explaining a thrill
So many explanations
We're standing still
And then one day
Youll explain it all away
You'll have to fly up to the stars
You'll float out in outer space
And think you're better then the human race
So if I find a reason to life
I wouldn't tell you
Words and Music : T.Zaldua 1998
© Tobias Zaldua 1998
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6. |
slightly breathless
04:27
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Slightly breathless
and all the things you say
at the end are a waste of time
with thoughts that you pretend were
thought by yourself
but they were thought by someone else
from someone elses book
and all the little things you say
at the end of the day
to make it alright for the night
to make it all okay
and when you sleep
you’ll dream of things
that you’ve never seen
and hope they’ll stay with you
after the dream
and wake with all the things you’ve learned
and all the things you’ve done
when you were half asleep
and the dream was half begun
but love is always leaving you by the wayside
and half a dozen times you swear
that this girl could be your wife
and half a dozen times
you claim that you’re settled for life
and so you stake it all
on one small hope
and wake up one day
with nothing more to say
and half a dozen friends
will swear that this girl
is the one for you
spend half a dozen lives
and try and find if it’s true
and one night when you sleep
you find you meet God in a dream
but don’t have time
to ask him what it means
and wake with all the things you’ve learned
and all the thing you’ve done
when you were half asleep
and the dream was half begun
but love is always leaving you
by the wayside
and how many times
have you told yourself
that this time it’s real
you’ll love nobody else
And swear to yourself
you can’t stand the pain
falling in love
again and again...
who’s going to love you now
who’s going to love you now
who’s going to love you now.
so you finally run away
and then you try to find yourself
but all you ever find
is that you want somebody else
the only girl you’ve loved
you find out just couldn’t care less
she left you lonely
and slightly breathless
and all the little things you say
at the end of the day
to make it alright
to make it okay
and when you sleep
you’ll dream of a world
you’ve never seen
and hope you’ll be there
after the dream.
©Tobias Zaldua/Jamie Thraves 1997
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7. |
doorways
03:04
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She’s always hiding in doorways in the storm
Waiting for him to come along
She’s always hiding in doorways in the storm
Waiting for him to come along
She’s always hiding in
Doorways in the storm
Waiting for him to come along
And keep her warm
She’s always hiding in
Doorways in the storm
But the only man to come along
Wants to do her harm
And though she’s nothing like the photograph
He finds he loves her more
She’s always hiding in doorways in the storm
Waiting for him to come along
But he’s not here,
He’s on the other side of town
Locked in a room,
Playing with sound
And now he’s travelling he's been trying to find her
She’s flying away putting the miles behind her
And soon all of life's passengers are all long gone
He finds himself sitting with his Walkman on
On on on
And though she’s nothing like the photograph
He finds he wants her more
And though he’s not the man she always wanted
He’s better then the one she had before
This is not what I would do if I was you
But if I was you we would be lovers
This is not what I would do if I was you
But if I was you we would be lovers
Na na na na na na no
Na na na na na na no
This is not what I would do.
Na na na na na na no
She’s always hiding in doorways in the storm
Waiting for him to come along
She’s always hiding in
Doorways in the storm
But the only man to come along
Wants to do her harm
This is not what I would do.
© T.Zaldua/T.Zundel 1998
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8. |
all the hotels
03:12
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All the hotels in Australia
There's a girl with a baby
Leans against a red car
And the sky is too blue
In this photograph
Sometimes she is smiling at you
And she's telling you
You'll never have a problem over here
And she's telling you
Life is so much simpler over here
And she's telling you
I love you but I'm staying over here
In all the hotels in Australia
Your problems were travelling with you
All the hotels in Australia
There's a couple at a bar
Looking out of place
And you can't see the sky
In this photograph
But you know that its blue
Life's smiling at you
In all the cinemas in Australia
They play the same film as back home
Another emotional drama
In a large house in winter
With heartfelt strings
Over every little thing
And she's telling you
You'll never have a problem over here
And she's telling you
The sky's always blue
The water's always clear
And she's telling you
I love you but I'm staying over here
In all the hotels in Australia
You're problems were travelling with you
And she's telling you
And she's telling you
And she's telling you
And she's telling you
So I sit in tacky bars
Like a gallery without art
Thinking about a girl
A baby and a car
And she's telling you
And she's telling you
And she's telling you
And she's telling you.
Music © T.Zaldua/J.Thraves 1999 Lyrics © Tobias Zaldua 1999
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9. |
I play piano (edit)
03:33
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Here I am in a large room playing piano
Songs about you you'll never hear and never know
Sometimes I play too fast or a little bit too slow
But it doesn't really matter cause you will never know
You walk slowly down the hall
You walk slowly down the hall
Here I am in a large room playing piano another day
It's the same tune but played in a slightly different way
Maybe you'll stop by and stand by my side
As I sit in a large room playing piano
Someday soon you'll walk in the room
And time won't move so slow
Someday soon to the same old tune
Time won't move so slow
Here I am in a bar playing piano
Don't care where you are - of course I care
Think of a time I used to spend in a room
And watch you walking down the hall
Slowly down the hall
You walk slowly down the hall
And someday soon you'll walk in the room
And time won't pass so slow
Someday soon to the same old tune
Time won't pass so slow
Here I am just playing piano and it goes...
I play piano
Here I am just playing piano another place
To a different crowd but similar faces
I've been across towns
Been across cities
And slowly down the hall
Slowly down the hall
Slowly down the hall.
music:T.Zundel/T.Zaldua
words:T.Zaldua
© T.Zundel/T.Zaldua 1998
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10. |
I wake up
03:54
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Come in the sky is falling
No don’t sit down
Got something to say to you
Walked through 27 rooms to find you
And when you know
I’ll be waiting
The way you sit in chair
You play with your hair
Your legs your eyes
The way that you stare
I forget what I was thinking
And the only time these people laugh
Is when they’re laughing at you
So leave it all behind
We could fight until the end
Ignore it all and start again
I’m waiting for your call
Don’t stop me
And we could solve this compromise
We’re dark trees against bright skies
And I’m watching
The world go by
Waking up with you
I’m waking up with you
So come in come in come in
No don’t sit down
Got something to say to you
Walked through 27 rooms
To find you
And on the floor below
You were waiting
And I won’t deny I tried to fit in
But they wouldn’t let me in
To the over ground
The underground
Or a space in between
So sad to find you trying to fit in
And suffering
And when you know
I’ll be waiting
Cause we could fight until the end
Ignore it all and start again
I’m walking away from it all
Don’t stop me
Cause we could solve this compromise
We’re dark trees against bright skies
And I’m watching
The world go by
Waking up with you
I’m waking up with you
Waking up with you
I’m waking up with you.
We could fight unto the end
Ignore it all and start again
I’m waiting for your call
Don’t stop me
And we could solve this compromise
We’re dark trees
Against bright skies
And I’m watching the world go by
Waking up with you
I’m waking up with you.
©T.Zaldua/T.Zundel 1999
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11. |
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as soon as I hit the motorway:
As soon as I hit the motorway I'm happy
He says
As long as the right song comes on
In his dreams he's always driving home
Full of sadness and regret
He says I wish I could have more fun
So I could feel guilty
About all the things I've done
In his dreams he's always driving home
Full of sadness and regret
He says I wish I could have more fun
So I could feel guilty
About all the things I've done
Hey kid where'd you get your attitude
Were you born with it
Where did you see it
Did you cut it and paste it
Did you copy
Did you steal it
Do you mind if I try it
On this island I'd be lucky
Just to find a friend
Wasting time is always at the weekend
Sun was shining all through the weekday
When I wake up
I wake up a little more than the day before
Wasted times - always at the weekend
Soon as I hit the motorway I'm happy he says
In his dreams he's always driving home
Always running
Always escaping
Until silence finds him
And works its way inside
Don't make me feel guilty
For things I haven't tried
Hey kid where'd you get your attitude
Were you born with it
Where did you see it
Did you cut it and paste it
id you copy
Did you steal it
Do you mind if I try it
She says
On this island I'd be lucky
Just to find a friend
So I keep driving
To Land's End and back again
Excuse me have I got the wrong trainers on
Have I got the wrong skirt on
Do I have the wrong T-shirt and coat and hat and shades
Is that the wrong CD I just put on
Is that the wrong magazine
On my living room floor
Am I at the back of the queue
Till I become you
Wasting time is always at the weekend
Sun was shining all through my weekday
When I wake up
I wake up a little more
Than the day before
Wasted time - always at the weekend
Sun was shining all through my weekday
Saw a total eclipse of the sun
And now I'll never see a better one
Wasted time is always at the weekend.
Wasted time - always at the weekend.
© Tobias Zaldua 1999
words/music: T.Zaldua
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12. |
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Seventeen years old
She sings so eloquently
About love, loss and memory
But it means nothing to me
Where is your energy?
Where is your energy?
Fourteen years old
She sings so eloquently
About love, loss and memory
But it means nothing to me
Where is your energy?
Where is your energy?
But she's so young they say
What a marvellous thing
But you know it means nothing
Where is your energy?
No universal meaning
To your dreaming only dreaming
No universal meaning
To your thinking only thinking
No universal meaning
To your philosophy
Only theory
Not a couple you and I
Only you and me
There's an older man
On a magazine
Claiming to be revealing
But it means nothing to me
Where is your energy?
Where is your energy?
And your drug experiences were interesting
But not enlightening
And hardly essential reading
Might as well talk about arrogance
Where is your energy? 'Scuse me -
Where is your energy
Try and force meaning on a chemical thing
But loves a chemical thing they say
But I think you're missing something
Where is your energy?
Where is your energy?
No universal meaning
To your dreaming only dreaming
No universal meaning
To your thinking only thinking
No universal meaning
To your philosophy
Only theory
Not a couple you and I
Only you and me
And yes yes yes I know it's easier to sing about violence
Not tenderness
And yes I know that ugly is easier than beauty
Because your tenderness leads to blandness
And your beauty is contrived
There's a whorehouse by the roadside
You can stop or pass by
There's a dead cat by the roadside
That lost count at eight of it's nine lives
No universal meaning
To your dreaming only dreaming
No universal meaning
To your thinking only thinking
No universal meaning
To your philosophy
Only theory
Not a couple you and I
Only you and me
© T.Zaldua 1999
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13. |
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every moment every day
Now that I'm here I'm in your mind
Your mind
Your mind
There's nothing left to fear
We start to fly inside Inside
Now that I'm here I'm in your heart
We're starved of things to find
To start your life
Your life
Your life
Your life
uh uh uh
I was always ready to meet you
uh uh uh
You're too high to do your own thinking
Yes you are
uh uh uh oh
You still can't decide to come and see me
See me tonight
And get it off your mind before
New doubts are shifting your way
Except you find you can't wait
Seems you'd rather find new ways to die
Than rest your eyes
Die
Now that I'm here inside your mind
Your mind
Your mind
We start to fly inside Inside
Now that I'm here
Now that I'm
Now that I'm here
Now that I'm here
Now that I'm here I'm in your mind
We start to fly inside Inside
We start to fly inside Inside
We start to fly inside Inside
uh uh uh oh
I was always ready to meet you
uh uh uh oh
You're too high to do your own thinking
Yes you are
uh uh uh oh
You still can't decide to come and see me
See me tonight
And get it off your mind before -
uh uh uh oh
I was always ready to meet you
uh uh uh oh
You're too high to do your own thinking
Yes you are
uh uh uh oh
You still can't decide to come and see me
See me tonight
And get it off your mind before -
words/music: T.Zaldua
© T.Zaldua 2000
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14. |
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I was in love and she said
You’re better off dead
I was in love and she said
You’re better off dead
I was in love and she said
You’re better off dead
Charming…
This dream is building like the tension around you
Dream interrupted by the fools that surround you
You think you’re something special,
And there’s nothing wrong with that
The silence that could follow
The silence that could follow
I’m not scared of tomorrow
And the silence that could follow
The silence that could follow
The silence that could follow
I’m not scared of tomorrow
And the silence that could follow
© T.Zaldua 2001
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15. |
a heart in winter
03:54
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I’m building violins
I shape the wood, tune the strings
Find comfort in little things
I’m building violins
I go for hours without talking
Sitting and waiting
And when she comes in
And she sees me
Building this fragile thing
She thinks I am the same
But a heart in winter is already cold
Doesn’t feel the first fall of snow
Snow
I’m building violins
71 parts and counting
I collect old violins
The oldest coats of varnish you can see
The colour hasn’t changed
And when I walk in
And she plays her violin
Her heart is aching
But I don’t feel a thing
And when I leave the room
The tension leaves with me
And her playing falters slightly
A heart in winter is already cold
Doesn’t feel the first fall of snow
Heart in winter is already cold
Doesn’t feel the first fall of snow
I’m building violins
I touch your face
Stretch the skin
Find flaws in everything
If I was alone with you I would tell you
If I was alone with you I would show you
A heart in winter is already cold
Doesn’t feel the first fall of snow
Heart in winter is already cold
Doesn’t feel the first fall of snow
Heart in winter
Already cold
Little house in the woods
Gathering snow
Heart in winter
Growing old
Fragile thing
Waiting for spring.
©Tobias Zaldua 2000
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16. |
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aerial views of snowbound towns
Sitting in the market square
In one of a hundred empty chairs
I wait for you to come
Or anyone
Girls that used to gather round me
Sit in corners and laugh about me
Their drinks are bought by other men
With sharper suits and better friends
Girls that used to gather round me
Sit in corners and laugh about me
Drinks are picked up by their government
Not mine
Cold war is over
Cold war is over
Your missiles used to point at me
I found it strangely comforting
To know it was just you and me
And ballerinas dance
But not for me
Casinos are busy
Without me
So sitting in the market square
In one of a hundred empty chairs
I wait for you to come
Or anyone
All the years you sold me
Simplicity of one enemy
I miss the time
When it was just you and me
And so we share the same disease
Of looking for new enemies
And all the films aren't the same anymore
There's no mystery and intrigue to me
No honey traps
Vodka, Schnapps
Park benches, trilby hats
Rendezvous me and you
Sunday papers
Aerial views of snowbound towns
Travelling-
Cross the border
Beautiful Russian girl
Late night trains
Empty stations
Cross the border
I'll look after you
Falling from planes
I'll look after you
And ballerinas dance
But not for me
Casinos are busy
Without me
And ballerinas dance
Without me.
© T.Zaldua/T.Zundel 1999
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17. |
looks like rain
04:39
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LOOKS LIKE RAIN
The last thing that I needed
Was to forget
That I loved you
But some things
Play to hard
In my mind
I wanted to believe
All I needed was love
But I -I - I
I was full of questions.
The last thing that I needed
Was to forget
Why I loved you
But some days
Play to hard
On my time
I wanted to believe
All you needed was love
But I - I - I
I was full of questions
Though your smiling now
I see cloudy days
And though it’s bright outside
Somewhere there is rain
It looks like rain
It was on a cloudy day
Smiling now,
Cloudy days,
It’s bright outside,
It looks like rain
The last thing that I wanted,
Was to forget
Why I loved you
But some things
Play to hard in my mind
I wanted to lose myself
With someone who’s lost themselves
But I - I - I
I was full of questions
It was on a cloudy day
Smiling now
Cloudy day
It’s bright outside
And it looks like rain
Smiling at the thought
The last thing that I wanted
Was to forget that I loved you
But some things play to hard
In my mind
I wanted to lose myself
With someone who’s lost themselves
But I was full of questions
This is me
In a bar
With a girl
Ordering a drink
Leaning over
Making eyes
Getting scared
Of replies
I see cloudy days
It was on a cloudy day
©Tobias Zaldua 1997
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18. |
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walking through new york
In the early hours
First thing in the morning
Before the hassle begins
Thought I was walking through New York
The way the sun was this morning
The whole street was burning white
Though I was walking with you
The way the sun was this morning
The whole street was burning
Later at my apartment
Try to put a record on
Ten songs and I can't find one
The beat's too fast
The lyrics aren't right
To catch the way I feel tonight
In the early hours
First thing in the morning
Before the hassle begins
Thought I was walking with you
Thought I saw a dog with a bright blonde wig
Running down a sidewalk
I had to stop to take a look
It's just a toy being pulled by a man
who looks like a boy with a long moustache
I stop to ask
Excuse me what's it's name
He says - it's just pretend not man's best friend
And it's getting a little bit spoiled
'Cause it's raining
It's always raining
Thought I was walking through New York
The way the sun was this morning
The whole street was burning white
You find me driving
Rain glistening on a sidewalk
Neon lights in the window pane
Soft sound of rain
A woman with a pram and a man
With dark glasses on
How can he see a thing this evening
It's getting dark
Thought I was walking through new york
The way the sun was this morning
The whole street was burning white
There's a million things going on
Go on and pick one
The sirens go all night
The sirens go all night
The sirens go all night
The sirens go all night
The sirens go all night
The sirens go all night
Sirens go all night
All night
In the early hours before the hassle begins.
words:T.Zaldua
Music:T.Zaldua/T.Zundel
©T.Zaldua/T.Zundel 1999
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a boy and a girl
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and maybe you’ll find me here
alone or with someone
and maybe the timing’s wrong
but you see I need someone
Why did the road get so long
I’m travelling for days
never noticing what I lost
along the way
it’s just a boy and a girl
alone in the world
Murderers lie because they have to
Witnesses lie cause they feel they ought to
everyone else lies for fun
everyone else lies for fun.
Just like a boy and a girl
Alone in the world
A boy and a girl.
and maybe you’ll find me here
alone or with someone
and maybe my timing’s wrong
but you see I need someone
why did the road get so long
why did the road get so long
for a boy and a girl
a boy and a girl
alone in the world.
(©) Tobias Zaldua 1996
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