Texty:
Kings Of Convenience Riot On An Empty Street

, but the paint is coming off I didn't know if you wanted to But I came to pick you up You didn't even hesitate And now you and me are on our way I

circles Places look the same And we're the only difference The wind is in your hair It's covering my view I'm holding on to you On a bike we've hired

All I do is sleep all day and think of you A memory of the cushion's life I'm clinging to The image of a mutual one, our haven The sombre chords of our

the streets, in the corners, there's a scent in the air I ask you out and I lead you, I know my way around here There's a bench I remember, and on the

spin top made a sound Like a train across the valley It faded, oh, so quiet But constant 'til it passed Over the ridge to the distances Written on your

One, two, one, two I walked around for hours, two ten pence pieces in my hand I was alone freezing, still trying hard to understand you I left the others

Why, why so quiet oh my mysterious country singer she asked my life (love), it's a riot I am climbing barricades in empty streets at night when I'm down

"Why, why so quiet? Oh my mysterious country singer?" she asked. My life, it's a riot I'm climbing barricades In empty streets at night. When I

so I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy but there's only one thing on my mind searching boxes underneath the counter on a chance that on