Bare feet landing soft on wet grass Whiff of Winter, Autumn's last dance The secret words written on your back Greenhouse glass, nettle stings, tea shop A rope on a tree, deathlike heat Finding your face in a crowd I close my eyes
And suddenly it takes me places, a treasury At the door to a heartache I turn the key and arrive At a merry-go-round
Crackles and heartbeats, green gates Wet castle walls, stiff nightmare feet The scent of fresh baked buns at the door, one more Raindrops pounding the bedroom roof New sheets, first wave of Christmas mood A walk in easy silence I hear a tune
And suddenly it takes me places, a gallery At the door to a heartache I turn the key and arrive At a merry-go-round
All the hurt, every kindness, shame Every thrill of youth down memory lane A point of interest on the map of me
All the hurt, every kindness, shame Every thrill of youth down memory lane A point of interest on the map of you
And suddenly they take us places, to treasuries At the door to a heartache We turn the key and arrive At a merry-go-round
And suddenly they take us places, to galleries At the door to a heartache We turn the key and arrive At a merry-go-round
And suddenlyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
