North Atlantic winter, seven hours out of harbour On a night of swelling ocean and ice cold water The lines got snagged on the bottom and the winch got jammed It took only moments for the boat to go over
I broke the surface kicking and gasping There were just three of us swimming but soon I was alone Me and the seagulls talking, I just kept on swimming Me and the seagulls talking
And though nothing much was said It was a conversation of a kind You take any companion you can find
Green and red and red and amber, Friday night pan-handling On the Leeds Road junction, steady drizzle falling And some cars splash past, but some they pull over Wind their windows down, red and green and amber
And though nothing much is said It's a conversation of a kind You take any companion that you can find
All those flickering lights across the town Crackling connections and animals running There are ghosts everywhere and the nights watching Call me anytime, call me anytime
And nothing much will be said It will be a conversation of a kind Call me anytime, call me anytimeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
