Grey London morning, wet London streets Rain on the window, wind in the trees It's my time to write, it's your time to call There's something about distance that gets to us all Dark clouds above me, little people below All walk with a purpose with someplace to go It's my place to paint my own selfish scene On this cold lonely canvas, it's just the weather and me And latitude Fold back the morning and bring on the night There's an alien moon That hangs between darkness and light Latitude between me and you You're a straight line of distance A cold stretch of black across blue Latitude Cracks in the sidewalks, dogs on the run An old poster reading "Give us your sons" Window frames capture moments in time But latitude captures the heart and the mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
