Sitting here, staring out the window Traffic always makes me feel like I'm coming home Cold blood bleeding, still at least I'm breathing Patiently waiting
Sitting here staring out the window Traffic always makes me feel like I?m coming home. Cold blood bleeding still at least I?m breathing. Patiently waiting
Vertaling: Turin Brakes. De Optimist.
Wine bottle why are you weary? And why are my eyes so grey? Semi-circle people are pointing And staring up to the sky And the dogs are all gone
Mind over money bent over backwards Light up my life like a very last cigarette Time after time dear we will just lie here Staring at ceilings it doesn
Well all my colours bleed for you Can?t you see them running? My hazy hills glow green for you You could just call me, you know? On my mobile number
So future boy where are you from my time machine crashed over yonder Syphillis is a bitch but contracting HIV is much worse. Why are you pushing info
Blindfold me tie me up or tie me down yeah take me anywhere Keep your ears close to the ground Listen to me but don?t die laughing And all things must
Starship myself to an island paradise guided by stars. Given the chance I would leave this place on a rocket ship for mars
So take the fast road and get going now Before you leave no trace Time in this place is closer than my friends Remember my eyes not my face Ain't
I?ve got a rifle on my back Swinging past the birch trees. Well I set of a bomb way back there. I don?t care about nobody but me. ?coz I ain?t slack
Sitting here staring out the window Traffic always makes me feel like I?m coming home. Cold blood bleeding still at least I?m breathing. Patiently
There's a road with two yellow lines They go on for years And the people there smile and wave It's not like back home In their doorways Where the
line streaming out like a guidance line. Put one foot on the road now where the sybourgs are driving, With the WD-40 in their veins the screeching little brakes
