Song | Moonlighting |
Artist | Leo Sayer |
Album | Another Year |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Writers:leo sayer & frank farrell | |
He sees her at the same time every night | |
At the mexican discotheque | |
She gives him french kisses | |
He gives her french cigarettes | |
They sit at the same table every time | |
The lights are low | |
But their eyes shine | |
Just digging the music from those sweet soul bands | |
She keeps him outta fights | |
Holds on to his hand | |
He whispers slowly "tonight's the night" | |
Months of planning so it's gotta be right | |
Under the table her bag is busting at the seams | |
She made sure to bring everything | |
Moonlighting | |
They're leaving everything | |
Moonlighting | |
They're losing all their friends | |
Moonlighting | |
It's the only way | |
It's frighening | |
But it means they'll stay | |
Together | |
They're gonna make it together | |
His blue morris van is parked in an alley | |
Just by montague street | |
His friend eddie he did the respray | |
So he couldn't drive it all last week | |
And it cost most of the money that he had saved up | |
To pay eddie's receipt | |
But he figures it's worth it 'cos the disguise is a must | |
When they go missing they're gonna look for the van first | |
She whispers slowly "it'll be alright" | |
I took some cash from my building society | |
And my monthy check came in just right | |
If only they knew they weren't giving it away | |
9:15 monday morning at the printing works | |
The boss notices someone's not clocked in | |
And the water department of the council offices has a message | |
That mrs. park's daughter is missing | |
Meanwhile the carlisle turnoff of the m6 motorway | |
Drinking cold black coffee eating hot cup cakes | |
She stares at him with his beard unshaved | |
Wonders at his powers of staying awake | |
He whispers slowly "you did just fine" | |
They shared the driving all through the night | |
She laughs "my mother will have lost her mind | |
We're only ten miles to gretna | |
They're three hundred behind |
Writers: leo sayer frank farrell | |
He sees her at the same time every night | |
At the mexican discotheque | |
She gives him french kisses | |
He gives her french cigarettes | |
They sit at the same table every time | |
The lights are low | |
But their eyes shine | |
Just digging the music from those sweet soul bands | |
She keeps him outta fights | |
Holds on to his hand | |
He whispers slowly " tonight' s the night" | |
Months of planning so it' s gotta be right | |
Under the table her bag is busting at the seams | |
She made sure to bring everything | |
Moonlighting | |
They' re leaving everything | |
Moonlighting | |
They' re losing all their friends | |
Moonlighting | |
It' s the only way | |
It' s frighening | |
But it means they' ll stay | |
Together | |
They' re gonna make it together | |
His blue morris van is parked in an alley | |
Just by montague street | |
His friend eddie he did the respray | |
So he couldn' t drive it all last week | |
And it cost most of the money that he had saved up | |
To pay eddie' s receipt | |
But he figures it' s worth it ' cos the disguise is a must | |
When they go missing they' re gonna look for the van first | |
She whispers slowly " it' ll be alright" | |
I took some cash from my building society | |
And my monthy check came in just right | |
If only they knew they weren' t giving it away | |
9: 15 monday morning at the printing works | |
The boss notices someone' s not clocked in | |
And the water department of the council offices has a message | |
That mrs. park' s daughter is missing | |
Meanwhile the carlisle turnoff of the m6 motorway | |
Drinking cold black coffee eating hot cup cakes | |
She stares at him with his beard unshaved | |
Wonders at his powers of staying awake | |
He whispers slowly " you did just fine" | |
They shared the driving all through the night | |
She laughs " my mother will have lost her mind | |
We' re only ten miles to gretna | |
They' re three hundred behind |
Writers: leo sayer frank farrell | |
He sees her at the same time every night | |
At the mexican discotheque | |
She gives him french kisses | |
He gives her french cigarettes | |
They sit at the same table every time | |
The lights are low | |
But their eyes shine | |
Just digging the music from those sweet soul bands | |
She keeps him outta fights | |
Holds on to his hand | |
He whispers slowly " tonight' s the night" | |
Months of planning so it' s gotta be right | |
Under the table her bag is busting at the seams | |
She made sure to bring everything | |
Moonlighting | |
They' re leaving everything | |
Moonlighting | |
They' re losing all their friends | |
Moonlighting | |
It' s the only way | |
It' s frighening | |
But it means they' ll stay | |
Together | |
They' re gonna make it together | |
His blue morris van is parked in an alley | |
Just by montague street | |
His friend eddie he did the respray | |
So he couldn' t drive it all last week | |
And it cost most of the money that he had saved up | |
To pay eddie' s receipt | |
But he figures it' s worth it ' cos the disguise is a must | |
When they go missing they' re gonna look for the van first | |
She whispers slowly " it' ll be alright" | |
I took some cash from my building society | |
And my monthy check came in just right | |
If only they knew they weren' t giving it away | |
9: 15 monday morning at the printing works | |
The boss notices someone' s not clocked in | |
And the water department of the council offices has a message | |
That mrs. park' s daughter is missing | |
Meanwhile the carlisle turnoff of the m6 motorway | |
Drinking cold black coffee eating hot cup cakes | |
She stares at him with his beard unshaved | |
Wonders at his powers of staying awake | |
He whispers slowly " you did just fine" | |
They shared the driving all through the night | |
She laughs " my mother will have lost her mind | |
We' re only ten miles to gretna | |
They' re three hundred behind |