Song | Slush |
Artist | Jarvis Cocker |
Album | Further Complications |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Yesterday you fell out of the sky | |
Covered all my faults up, just like snow | |
You turned this place into a Winter Wonderland | |
I barely recognise who or where I am. | |
My heart melted at your touch: | |
Turned to slush. | |
This substance does not belong in the city. | |
Just as snow cannot stay on the ground for long. | |
The gritters come & they turn it all to slush. | |
Cos folks round here - well, they got to catch the bus. | |
My heart melted at your touch: | |
Turned to slush. | |
& if I could, I would refrigerate this moment. | |
I would preserve it for all time. | |
But I know that I don't stand a snowball in Hell's chance | |
So let's sing 'Auld Langs Ayne'. | |
Sing it out now! | |
My heart melted at your touch: | |
Turned into slush. |
Yesterday you fell out of the sky | |
Covered all my faults up, just like snow | |
You turned this place into a Winter Wonderland | |
I barely recognise who or where I am. | |
My heart melted at your touch: | |
Turned to slush. | |
This substance does not belong in the city. | |
Just as snow cannot stay on the ground for long. | |
The gritters come they turn it all to slush. | |
Cos folks round here well, they got to catch the bus. | |
My heart melted at your touch: | |
Turned to slush. | |
if I could, I would refrigerate this moment. | |
I would preserve it for all time. | |
But I know that I don' t stand a snowball in Hell' s chance | |
So let' s sing ' Auld Langs Ayne'. | |
Sing it out now! | |
My heart melted at your touch: | |
Turned into slush. |
Yesterday you fell out of the sky | |
Covered all my faults up, just like snow | |
You turned this place into a Winter Wonderland | |
I barely recognise who or where I am. | |
My heart melted at your touch: | |
Turned to slush. | |
This substance does not belong in the city. | |
Just as snow cannot stay on the ground for long. | |
The gritters come they turn it all to slush. | |
Cos folks round here well, they got to catch the bus. | |
My heart melted at your touch: | |
Turned to slush. | |
if I could, I would refrigerate this moment. | |
I would preserve it for all time. | |
But I know that I don' t stand a snowball in Hell' s chance | |
So let' s sing ' Auld Langs Ayne'. | |
Sing it out now! | |
My heart melted at your touch: | |
Turned into slush. |