Maybe I just don't understand Make me feel like another man And I kissed you there on orchard road Oooh oh oooh oooh Pulled the car from the empty street
Oh you, old thing. Still got vibrations in your streets. They move me to come down from the chandelier I have been watching you from. Bon soir
I - I'm the wall of sand, and stone, and you - you're some kind of ivy I'm trying to hold as best as I can. But I'm a disaster! I could not be burning
My baby woke from an awful dream of rotten tropics b the sea Just up from her father's place Cutting through some empty space Where trash would turn
Early morning Sun has risen gold and chrome for Anastasia Wake up slowly out the window someone calls for Anastasia And I don't know how to stop it
I was asleep in a hammock, I was dreaming that I was a web. I was a dreamcatcher hanging in the window of a mini-van parked along the water's edge. I'
You lived in a place long, long ago Where nothing moved and time went slow And someone sang about a Golden Age In Cenetaph Park, drinking in the dark
Diamonds in the face of night time Watch them as they float along I was up there floating with them And you know that I am gone The radio sings a
Cave-o-sapien - you were made for breaking of my back. As I carried you past quiet houses, kicking through the roses in the yard, I spied the wildflower
In the aftermath of storms I'll let you use my hammer. I was emboldened, so I went and stole it, in the cover of the wailing of the storm. My man
What did my lover say when she was driving with you? I could not see her face from my new bed. I don't think I should be sorry for things I do in
I was asleep in a hammock, I was dreaming that I was a web. I was a dreamcatcher hanging in the window of a mini-van parking along the water's edge.
Maybe I just don't understand Made me feel like another man When I kissed you there on Orchard Road Oh oh Heard a call from the empty street An empty
Oh you, old thing. Still got vibrations in your streets. They move me to come down from the chandelier I have been watching you from. Bon soir, bon
Early morning Sun has risen gold and chrome for Anastasia Wake up slowly out the window someone calls for Anastasia And I don't know how to stop it at
In the aftermath of storms I'll let you use my hammer. I was emboldened, so I went and stole it, in the cover of the wailing of the storm. My man, I
Diamonds in the face of night time Watch them as they float along I was up there floating with them And you know that I am gone The radio sings a patriot
