Texty:
Patrick Watson

Oh those bright shinny lights There shinning so bright Casting a shadow On all the simple things you used to own Casting a shadow On all the simple things

Bad day looking for a way, oh looking for the great escape gets in his car and drives her away far from all the things that we are force a smile and breathes

I was hiding underneath the sea here I was looking out for me To be a better man, to be a better man I was hiding underneath the sea I was looking out

Slip into your skin and spend the night And get out mine Walking the streets in dark Where the lamps are the sunshine For the trees, oh, for the trees

There is a house built out of the stone Wooden floors, walls and window sills Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust This is a place that I don't feel

I wish I'd be in your wooden arms That'll swallow me into a thousand dreams And held me close while wooden eyes That weep just like a willow tree I wish

Deep Deep in the tallest clouds A man lost his way A 69 Chardonney Sitting beside There lays a traveling man Who fell from the skies Selling some piece

Je te laisserai des mots En sous de ta porte En sous de la lune qui chante Tout pres de la place ou tes pieds passent Cache dans les trous de temps hiver

We are drifting away Follow everyday Soon we?ll have nothing to say We?ll be too far away We?ll be too far away Too far away From where we started today