Out On The Tiles
In the square, she came running,
I was lucky to be there.
In her hair, she wore flowers,
The scent it filled the air.
She must leave, not returning,
I was sadness standing there,
A silent square, bus of silver,
With my vision disappears.
I was lucky to be there.
In her hair, she wore flowers,
The scent it filled the air.
She must leave, not returning,
I was sadness standing there,
A silent square, bus of silver,
With my vision disappears.
There There
in pitch dark i go walking in your landscape.
broken branches trip me as i speak.
just coz you feel it doesnt mean its there.
just coz you feel it doesnt mean its there.
There's always a siren
Singing you to shipwreck
(Don't reach out, don't reach out
Don't reach out, don't reach out)
Stay away from each rocks
We'd be a walking disaster
(Don't reach out, don't reach out
Don't reach out, don't reach out)
just coz you feel it doesn't mean its there.
(theres someone on your shoulder)
just coz you feel it doesn't mean its there.
(theres someone on your shoulder)
There there!
why so green and lonely?
and lonely
and lonely
heaven sent you to me
to me
to me
we are accidents
waiting waiting to happen.
we are accidents
waiting waiting to happen.