Song | Window Wide Open |
Artist | Scritti Politti |
Album | White Bread Black Beer |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
She slept with her window wide open | |
And longed for the touch of a breeze | |
Stroking her skin with true lovers fingers | |
From Parliament Hill down to Greenwich it lingers | |
For seconds in a small moonlit room | |
She remembers how love feels for you | |
The days of the Crow Valley sweetheart | |
They mean something to someone I'm sure | |
Long, long ago in fairwater nowhere | |
He told her so much that it hurts him to go there | |
For fear that his future is sealed | |
Back there where the first breeze was born |