Unable to concentrate Digging for words My hands in my pockets & My mind a blur
Thinking of drinking Thinking of you I’m going sailing In an old wooden shoe
I feel like sailing right back to you…
I’m going sailing Up over this town I’ll sail so high I’ll never come down
& Late in the evening I will leave you a poem & watch through the window To make sure you get home
I feel like sailing right back to you…
Maybe one day You’ll change your mind & fancy yourself The traveling kind
If you don’t have a sailboat Or an old wooden shoe As the city lies sleeping I’ll make room for two
I feel like sailing right back to you… Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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