(Browne/Glenister). So nonchalant. Hoping to find. Stories you hear. Taught to you in your mind. There's life to be lived. Days to be tasted. Gifts to be gived.
(Browne/Glenister). She thinks the world and his dog. Should walk up her street. Maybe she's on to something. She keeps her head in the limelight. Wasting all my time.
(browne/maitland). . Thanks for letting me down. Thanks for letting me down again. And if you could be here today. What would you say. Thanks for leting me down.
(Browne/Maitland/Glenister). There's a sunburst whenever you're near me. There's a sunburst trying to break through. And I wait hopefully near you. Hoping you are trying to get nearer.
(Browne/Maitland/Glenister). How can I explain how it came to be. It wasn't over night while I couldn't sleep. I can still remember how it used to be.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,. It is well, it is well, with my soul..
(maitland). . I was thinking of you yesterday. And I swear you were almost here. You were only around for a second say. But it seemed like years. And we called and we cursed like a thousand birds.
(Browne/Maitland). Fade into day. It's a marvel of opium grey. I can't feel a thing. My head's on a string. Being led by the hand of a stranger. Welcome to where ever else in the world that you are.
(browne/maitland/glenister). . You have all you want. Your shadow stands so tall. You can't see over it. And it's what you need. . There's no-one going to.
(Browne/Glenister). Getting peeled off another bar. I've got to go but it's just too far. She's looking good for a night in a padded cell. Like a virus with no antidote.
Es un buen tipo mi viejo. Que anda solo y esperando. Tiene la tristeza larga. De tanto venir andando. . Yo lo miro desde lejos. Pero somos tan distintos.
(Browne/Maitland/Glenister). Recall, return. Relive and learn. All of our memories. In summer nights. We've put it right. Tumbled down into it. I know they're only moments.
Y a pas grand chose dans l'ciel soir;. Y a pas grand chose, y a rien a voir;. Y a rien voir, y a pas de lumiere;. Qu'est-ce que je vais faire dans le ciel soir?.
(Browne/Maitland). Midas was sitting alone on the brink. It was only his time he was wasting. Holding a photograph framed with silver. He just couldn't turn into gold.
Non, y'a rien qui nous gne. de s'afficher ses cts. non, il n'est pas qu'un vieux rve. il est aussi c'qu'il a sem. c'qu'on veut n'a pas d'odeur. de sang, de race ou de religion.
Que lindo es sentarse en la puerta de un bar. y ver a Buenos Aires pasar y pasar..... . Pasa un cartero en bicicleta. con un telegrama color violeta. un patrullero de la policia.
( Pich Lger / Pich Haworth ). Je lgue la mer un chteau de sable. Un ruisseau creus mme une fable. Que je ne pourrai raconter. Tout mon royaume est emport.
(Browne/Maitland). Sometimes. When I finally reach the end of the day. Where I've been I couldn't say. Meantime. I repeat myself in this familiar scene.
( Pich ). trange. trange misre. Qui trangle la voix. trange de s'y faire. S'y faire une autre fois. trange. trange comme la grle. Qui fracasse l't. Et que dire de la lune.
(Browne/Maitland). Opens the show, the devil you know. You're better off staying at home. High on the grass and the lebanese. Lying at home, what do you know.