Speed and this there's a feeling I get when I look to the sun Love it's so tough 'cos it raises your hopes and then it makes you run
We're all looking for a shorter day We're all looking for an easy way Even when the debts are dead and gone
Down the stairs and an eight mile drive waits for you to turn on Hear the time clock sing and the smoke in the distance reaches the eye line We're all working on a shorter day We're all looking for an easy way Even when the debts are dead and gone
No conversation as you got there's so much space the heat moves you Terracotta homes - backyard bar-b-q and eucalyptus smell It's fine on the clothes line, it's fast food and slow life and red roof My silence - comic interruptions Surely there's some relief from atomic art and the fragile state of world Events with clowns who love the kings and power and the mutant media babes Working on dreams and fashions and toilet paper flowers Don't talk to me in this backyard - it's clandestine, it's nuclear. Smell of space and now forever I wanna go straight down the exit eight mile Attraction u-turn is up and the time clock sings let's go
Lucky country where the geckos are paid to live in the sun On and on there's a ribbon of road and a mile to spare Lucky country, lucky country Speed and this there's a feeling I get when I look to the sun Love it's so tough 'cos it raises your hopes and then it makes you run
We're all looking for a shorter day We're all looking for an easy way Even when the debts are dead and gone
Down the stairs and an eight mile drive waits for you to turn on Hear the time clock sing and the smoke in the distance reaches the eye line We're all working on a shorter day We're all looking for an easy way Even when the debts are dead and gone
No conversation as you got there's so much space the heat moves you Terracotta homes - backyard bar-b-q and eucalyptus smell It's fine on the clothes line, it's fast food and slow life and red roof My silence - comic interruptions Surely there's some relief from atomic art and the fragile state of world Events with clowns who love the kings and power and the mutant media babes Working on dreams and fashions and toilet paper flowers Don't talk to me in this backyard - it's clandestine, it's nuclear. Smell of space and now forever I wanna go straight down the exit eight mile Attraction u-turn is up and the time clock sings let's go
Lucky country where the geckos are paid to live in the sun On and on there's a ribbon of road and a mile to spare Lucky country, lucky countryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
