Song | 121 |
Artist | Robert Forster |
Album | The Best Of The Solo Recordings 1990-1997 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
One sleeve rolled up | |
One sleeve rolled down | |
I'm wearing a black and white shirt | |
In a sleepy town | |
And I love the shirt, love the town | |
And when the sun goes down | |
We go to a café | |
And we talk one to one | |
And it's tombstones, cobblestones | |
All those old bones | |
That lie beneath this city | |
But I want to see her one to one | |
One to one | |
I love her eyes and everything that they see | |
I hope my footsteps are somewhere beneath me | |
'Cos it's another corner, another bend | |
I run into an old, old friend | |
She said she saw you moving through the streets like you owned them | |
And it's tombstones, cobblestones | |
All those old bones | |
That lie beneath this city | |
But I want to see her one to one | |
One to one | |
One to one, you to me | |
Bring a whole new kind of certainty to my life | |
To these days that run out to the sunset | |
I see you by the old stone bridge | |
Your daddy's beer down by the river's edge | |
And it's | |
You know someone told me that you were at the health food store | |
So I rushed there | |
And there you were | |
It was perfect | |
And it's tombstones, cobblestones | |
All those old bones | |
That lie beneath this city | |
But I want to see her | |
Tombstones, cobblestones | |
Her beautiful bones | |
That lie beneath this city | |
But I want to see her one to one | |
One to one |
One sleeve rolled up | |
One sleeve rolled down | |
I' m wearing a black and white shirt | |
In a sleepy town | |
And I love the shirt, love the town | |
And when the sun goes down | |
We go to a cafe | |
And we talk one to one | |
And it' s tombstones, cobblestones | |
All those old bones | |
That lie beneath this city | |
But I want to see her one to one | |
One to one | |
I love her eyes and everything that they see | |
I hope my footsteps are somewhere beneath me | |
' Cos it' s another corner, another bend | |
I run into an old, old friend | |
She said she saw you moving through the streets like you owned them | |
And it' s tombstones, cobblestones | |
All those old bones | |
That lie beneath this city | |
But I want to see her one to one | |
One to one | |
One to one, you to me | |
Bring a whole new kind of certainty to my life | |
To these days that run out to the sunset | |
I see you by the old stone bridge | |
Your daddy' s beer down by the river' s edge | |
And it' s | |
You know someone told me that you were at the health food store | |
So I rushed there | |
And there you were | |
It was perfect | |
And it' s tombstones, cobblestones | |
All those old bones | |
That lie beneath this city | |
But I want to see her | |
Tombstones, cobblestones | |
Her beautiful bones | |
That lie beneath this city | |
But I want to see her one to one | |
One to one |
One sleeve rolled up | |
One sleeve rolled down | |
I' m wearing a black and white shirt | |
In a sleepy town | |
And I love the shirt, love the town | |
And when the sun goes down | |
We go to a café | |
And we talk one to one | |
And it' s tombstones, cobblestones | |
All those old bones | |
That lie beneath this city | |
But I want to see her one to one | |
One to one | |
I love her eyes and everything that they see | |
I hope my footsteps are somewhere beneath me | |
' Cos it' s another corner, another bend | |
I run into an old, old friend | |
She said she saw you moving through the streets like you owned them | |
And it' s tombstones, cobblestones | |
All those old bones | |
That lie beneath this city | |
But I want to see her one to one | |
One to one | |
One to one, you to me | |
Bring a whole new kind of certainty to my life | |
To these days that run out to the sunset | |
I see you by the old stone bridge | |
Your daddy' s beer down by the river' s edge | |
And it' s | |
You know someone told me that you were at the health food store | |
So I rushed there | |
And there you were | |
It was perfect | |
And it' s tombstones, cobblestones | |
All those old bones | |
That lie beneath this city | |
But I want to see her | |
Tombstones, cobblestones | |
Her beautiful bones | |
That lie beneath this city | |
But I want to see her one to one | |
One to one |