When did I become blasé About the crocuses? My body's here to work I'm not on holiday The sight of colonnades And sunlit cobbles Kids running down the beach In their goggles
Oh, honey don't you think It all seems so improbable? Improbable...
Lately I haven't had the heart To thread the needle I'm discontent with half of what Sits on my easel How can one manifest the truth Of light on water? Man it's all been done before Why even bother?
Oh, honey don't you think It all seems so improbable? Improbable...
Something holy in cathedral bеlls The red-tile roofs Thе seagull's cry Something holy in the writer's page The stranger's smile A friend's embrace
When did I stop hearing symphonies In people's voices Or forget that I'm the only one Who makes my choices? I lay down in the sand And didn't move for hours Dreamt of saints and thorns Amid the flowers
Oh, honey don't you think It all seems so improbable? Improbable...
Something holy in cathedral bells The red-tile roofs The seagull's cry Something holy in the writer's page A stranger's smile A friend's embrace Something holy in the sun-sweat brow A fishing boat A fado song Something holy in the breeze that blows The almond tree The purple shade
Bah da bah Duh-da la duh-da la duh-da la la Bah da bah Duh-da la duh-da la duh-da la la Bah da bah Duh-da la duh-da la duh-da la la
Something holy in cathedral bells The red-tile roofs The seagull's cry Something holy in the writer's page A stranger's smile A friend's embrace Something holy in the sun-sweat brow A fishing boat A fado song Something holy in the breeze that blows The almond tree The purple shadeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
