Someone said that No one knows what Goes on inside Someone in love Strange as it seems It makes them do things In their right minds Would never think
So it ends Round and round the propeller spins Seat backs up no tray tables down No turning back to this country town I already knew blue eyed girl
Ouh... Je m'envole, je m'envole, je m'envole Assis derriere ma console Yeah yeah... Ne m'demandez pas de slow J'suis fonctionnaire du disco C'est une
: Now I've been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come And I believe it could be, something good has begun Oh I've been smiling lately
: I will twine with your mingles of raven black hair with the roses so red and the lilies so fair with myrtle as bright as the emerald dew the pale
: We had an apartment in the city Me and Loretta liked living there It'd been years since the kids had grown A life of their own Left us alone John
: Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you 'Cause falling in love just makes me blue, Well the music plays and you display your heart for me
: Didn't know what time it was, the lights were low I leaned back on my radio Some cat was layin' down some rock'n'roll lotta soul, he said Then the
: (feat. David Byrne) Chorus: Everybody's wondering what and where they all came from Everybody's worrying 'bout where they're gonna go When the
: I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet. A volume, a sphere
: You won a prize for that, for telling lies like that so well that I believed it. I never felt cheated. You were the chosen one, the pure eyes of
: Trudging slowly over wet sand back to the bench where your clothes were stolen this is a coastal town that they forgot to close down Armagedon -
: She borders the pavement flanks avenues parades pass white glove attended by my mother the war she'll raise a shaft lift a banner toss a rose
I had a lover well I don't think I'll risk another these days these days if I seem to be afraid to live the life that I had made in song well it's
: Frail hinges pivot on a cases door commemorative souvenirs from places containers change with each occasion Cellophane encased displaying paper
: That young boy without a name I'd know his face. In this city the kid's my favorite. I've seen him. I see him every day. Seen him run outside looking
: Power dizzy with it stumble detail a chance for us to quarrel anger my head is shaken violent if i could calm or restrain you for the sake