Song | Ninth Avenue Reverie |
Artist | The Middle East |
Album | I Want That You Are Always Happy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:04.91] | You say you want to be buried beneath a mango tree |
[00:13.03] | Where if in the northern summer you come back to life |
[00:20.82] | You say you want your ashes mixed up with your lover’s salt |
[00:29.06] | Where every Sunday night he’ll eat a little more of you |
[00:37.32] | You say you can’t stop crying, it’s just the power of the song |
[00:45.68] | Riding on the midnight bus again |
[00:53.57] | And you say that you loved him but you were just too young |
[01:02.14] | You say that’s why you still wait in the rain |
[01:10.23] | You say a lot of things |
[01:19.72] | |
[01:34.08] | And you say that your daddy was a painter of sorts |
[01:42.70] | But I never saw him paint a thing |
[01:50.42] | He just kept the tins underneath his bed |
[01:58.56] | And sniffed a different colour every night |
[02:06.29] | And dreamed of a place up in the sky |
[02:16.00] | Where everyone’s a painter till they die |
[02:25.71] | |
[02:40.10] | You say you don’t like flying on aeroplanes |
[02:49.05] | That even seabirds must get lonely out there |
[02:57.95] | You said you were quitting after your next pack |
[03:05.58] | And you said once that I was beautiful |
[03:13.22] | But for all the pretty ladies in Beijing |
[03:21.60] | I couldn’t stop my drinking |
[03:30.52] | And you say a lot of |
[03:34.34] | You say a lot of |
[03:38.47] | You say a lot of things |
[03:54.44] | |
[04:22.56] | You say you can’t stop dreaming about your funeral day |
[04:33.07] | Where all your long-time friends will be crying for you |
[04:41.74] | And I’d be up the back with a rose in my hand |
[04:50.39] | And I’d give to you in death what I could not in life |
[04:55.92] |
[00:04.91] | You say you want to be buried beneath a mango tree |
[00:13.03] | Where if in the northern summer you come back to life |
[00:20.82] | You say you want your ashes mixed up with your lover' s salt |
[00:29.06] | Where every Sunday night he' ll eat a little more of you |
[00:37.32] | You say you can' t stop crying, it' s just the power of the song |
[00:45.68] | Riding on the midnight bus again |
[00:53.57] | And you say that you loved him but you were just too young |
[01:02.14] | You say that' s why you still wait in the rain |
[01:10.23] | You say a lot of things |
[01:19.72] | |
[01:34.08] | And you say that your daddy was a painter of sorts |
[01:42.70] | But I never saw him paint a thing |
[01:50.42] | He just kept the tins underneath his bed |
[01:58.56] | And sniffed a different colour every night |
[02:06.29] | And dreamed of a place up in the sky |
[02:16.00] | Where everyone' s a painter till they die |
[02:25.71] | |
[02:40.10] | You say you don' t like flying on aeroplanes |
[02:49.05] | That even seabirds must get lonely out there |
[02:57.95] | You said you were quitting after your next pack |
[03:05.58] | And you said once that I was beautiful |
[03:13.22] | But for all the pretty ladies in Beijing |
[03:21.60] | I couldn' t stop my drinking |
[03:30.52] | And you say a lot of |
[03:34.34] | You say a lot of |
[03:38.47] | You say a lot of things |
[03:54.44] | |
[04:22.56] | You say you can' t stop dreaming about your funeral day |
[04:33.07] | Where all your longtime friends will be crying for you |
[04:41.74] | And I' d be up the back with a rose in my hand |
[04:50.39] | And I' d give to you in death what I could not in life |
[04:55.92] |
[00:04.91] | You say you want to be buried beneath a mango tree |
[00:13.03] | Where if in the northern summer you come back to life |
[00:20.82] | You say you want your ashes mixed up with your lover' s salt |
[00:29.06] | Where every Sunday night he' ll eat a little more of you |
[00:37.32] | You say you can' t stop crying, it' s just the power of the song |
[00:45.68] | Riding on the midnight bus again |
[00:53.57] | And you say that you loved him but you were just too young |
[01:02.14] | You say that' s why you still wait in the rain |
[01:10.23] | You say a lot of things |
[01:19.72] | |
[01:34.08] | And you say that your daddy was a painter of sorts |
[01:42.70] | But I never saw him paint a thing |
[01:50.42] | He just kept the tins underneath his bed |
[01:58.56] | And sniffed a different colour every night |
[02:06.29] | And dreamed of a place up in the sky |
[02:16.00] | Where everyone' s a painter till they die |
[02:25.71] | |
[02:40.10] | You say you don' t like flying on aeroplanes |
[02:49.05] | That even seabirds must get lonely out there |
[02:57.95] | You said you were quitting after your next pack |
[03:05.58] | And you said once that I was beautiful |
[03:13.22] | But for all the pretty ladies in Beijing |
[03:21.60] | I couldn' t stop my drinking |
[03:30.52] | And you say a lot of |
[03:34.34] | You say a lot of |
[03:38.47] | You say a lot of things |
[03:54.44] | |
[04:22.56] | You say you can' t stop dreaming about your funeral day |
[04:33.07] | Where all your longtime friends will be crying for you |
[04:41.74] | And I' d be up the back with a rose in my hand |
[04:50.39] | And I' d give to you in death what I could not in life |
[04:55.92] |