Song | Retiro Park |
Artist | The Clientele |
Album | That Night, a Forest Grew |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Monday's cool but Tuesday's slow | |
But sunshine follows everywhere I go | |
The dead streets and the signs | |
Well none of them are mine | |
I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
And somehow in this dream I'm getting tired | |
The forest seems to breathe | |
There's something in the trees | |
The forest seems to breathe | |
There's something in the trees | |
I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
And somehow in this dream I'm getting tired | |
The dead streets and the signs | |
Well none of them are mine | |
The dead streets and the signs | |
Well none of them are mine | |
I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
It's raining in my house but outside's dry | |
The forest seems to breathe | |
There's something in the trees | |
The forest seems to breathe | |
There’s something in the trees |
Monday' s cool but Tuesday' s slow | |
But sunshine follows everywhere I go | |
The dead streets and the signs | |
Well none of them are mine | |
I' m walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
I' m walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
And somehow in this dream I' m getting tired | |
The forest seems to breathe | |
There' s something in the trees | |
The forest seems to breathe | |
There' s something in the trees | |
I' m walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
I' m walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
And somehow in this dream I' m getting tired | |
The dead streets and the signs | |
Well none of them are mine | |
The dead streets and the signs | |
Well none of them are mine | |
I' m walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
I' m walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
It' s raining in my house but outside' s dry | |
The forest seems to breathe | |
There' s something in the trees | |
The forest seems to breathe | |
There' s something in the trees |
Monday' s cool but Tuesday' s slow | |
But sunshine follows everywhere I go | |
The dead streets and the signs | |
Well none of them are mine | |
I' m walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
I' m walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
And somehow in this dream I' m getting tired | |
The forest seems to breathe | |
There' s something in the trees | |
The forest seems to breathe | |
There' s something in the trees | |
I' m walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
I' m walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
And somehow in this dream I' m getting tired | |
The dead streets and the signs | |
Well none of them are mine | |
The dead streets and the signs | |
Well none of them are mine | |
I' m walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
I' m walking in Retiro Park tonight | |
It' s raining in my house but outside' s dry | |
The forest seems to breathe | |
There' s something in the trees | |
The forest seems to breathe | |
There' s something in the trees |