I was walking down the dock I met a fisherman with a clock I asked him "do you have the time To read me back some lines?" In a tiny little verse I wrote When I was sailing on a boat I had to write them on my shirt About a love that starts to hurt But feels like a miracle when it starts With stars and sparkling hearts Splashed All over the internet And everybody knows I bet That there's unicorns in France And fairies who love to dance They point at the devil in the weeds I think he's after me
But this is love Who do you love? Who? Who?
The fisherman pulled a knife Like he would fight me for his life He'd fought all the monsters in the sea So he wasn't scared of me I don't read out loud for free he said So what's in it for me then Fred I told him he can have the rhyme And everything that's mine If he agreed to be the voice Who would read out loud the choice That a girl I knew once made And if he knew he'd be afraid But I kept the truth under my hat And he agreed to read it back And that was how we struck the deal For him to put away his steel and read of love
Who do you love? Who? Who? Who do you love? Who? Who?
Here I am Lying down On the driveway with the kittens And the moon is out There's snow all on the ground We were inside They were restless Coz I think they miss their mother So I took them out to play I couldn't sleep in there anyway And they danced And snowy crystals Lit by moonlight in the midnight Floating all around Kicking snow up from the ground Midnight darkness and the sparkle It was there that I could see that you were gone for good And I understood That the moonlight and the silence and the snowflakes and any magic wasn't good enough I wasn't good enough for you to stay
(I was walking down the dock I met a fisherman with a clock I asked him "Do you have the time To read me back some lines?" In a tiny little verse I wrote When I was sailing on a boat I had to write them on my shirt About a love that starts to hurt But feels like a miracle when it starts)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.