Woorden: Barbara Dickson. Other. Give Me Space.

Late October,
What a day to be sober
Out of my head
In the west of Ireland
I would be in my land
But dreaming gets me by
And what I would give to be there now

Featureless faces
Walking past outside my window
Wish they were in here
Just to see another
See another lover
Or just a man or brother
What I would give they'll never know

CHORUS:
City lights so shine on me
Light me up both night and day
Damp day, crowded place
Give me room, give me space

Uniform houses
Everything's gone by in thousands
Wish it was kinder
Let's have a reminder
Let's see if I can find
A key to getting wise and
What I would give to be there now

CHORUS

Uniform houses
Everything's gone by in thousands
Wish it was kinder
Let's have a reminder
Let's see if I can find
A key to getting wise and
What I would give to be there now