Song | Chance (Dub) |
Artist | R.E.M. |
Album | The Automatic Box |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Chance, chance, chance, chance | |
Friday bank card, yours got stuck | |
I loaned you a phone quarter, said, "Good luck†| |
Where are you now? | |
Me and glasses, Saturday slump | |
You and your shopping, I looked up | |
Our eyes met, mine are green | |
You'd had a peroxide thing | |
Call now, look me up | |
Sunday walk, weaver's park | |
I was on the lakeside | |
Where the playgrounds meet | |
In bare feet | |
You said, "Mighty cold today†| |
You never see what I think | |
You didn't like your daytime job | |
I was born to travel | |
You were a camera, I dropped my keys | |
I'm on the northbound, you were asleep | |
I said, "Are you holding?†| |
‽You wanna ride the silent sky?†| |
I wrote a story on the fly | |
You in the tabletop | |
I said, "I've had enough of the city†| |
I held a bag of apples | |
You at the last table | |
I had had a soy dog | |
Cafe Streetside, Tuesday bloom | |
You wanna be on fire | |
I said, ‽I hung the moon†| |
Wednesday grocery, corner of vine | |
You were in the checkout line | |
I dropped my frozen dinners | |
You helped pick them up | |
Thursday cab rush, our block | |
You with broken accent | |
My heart stopped | |
You laughed, I worry | |
Chance, chance, chance, chance | |
Swarming like a dozen crushing blows | |
All those glances, midtime dances | |
Chance | |
I never looked it up | |
You hit the sidewalk talking | |
Said, "I'd read the ads, do you? | |
Where are you? will you read this? | |
Can I see? | |
This is surely moving faster | |
Than I can think | |
A minute shy, a passing eye | |
I know I saw you there | |
Will you read this? can I see? | |
What did I see? | |
Chance, chance, chance, chance | |
Swimming like a dozen crushing blows | |
All those midtime dances | |
Chance | |
Guys, this is very tedious, stop |
Chance, chance, chance, chance | |
Friday bank card, yours got stuck | |
I loaned you a phone quarter, said, " Good luck | |
Where are you now? | |
Me and glasses, Saturday slump | |
You and your shopping, I looked up | |
Our eyes met, mine are green | |
You' d had a peroxide thing | |
Call now, look me up | |
Sunday walk, weaver' s park | |
I was on the lakeside | |
Where the playgrounds meet | |
In bare feet | |
You said, " Mighty cold today | |
You never see what I think | |
You didn' t like your daytime job | |
I was born to travel | |
You were a camera, I dropped my keys | |
I' m on the northbound, you were asleep | |
I said, " Are you holding? | |
You wanna ride the silent sky? | |
I wrote a story on the fly | |
You in the tabletop | |
I said, " I' ve had enough of the city | |
I held a bag of apples | |
You at the last table | |
I had had a soy dog | |
Cafe Streetside, Tuesday bloom | |
You wanna be on fire | |
I said, I hung the moon | |
Wednesday grocery, corner of vine | |
You were in the checkout line | |
I dropped my frozen dinners | |
You helped pick them up | |
Thursday cab rush, our block | |
You with broken accent | |
My heart stopped | |
You laughed, I worry | |
Chance, chance, chance, chance | |
Swarming like a dozen crushing blows | |
All those glances, midtime dances | |
Chance | |
I never looked it up | |
You hit the sidewalk talking | |
Said, " I' d read the ads, do you? | |
Where are you? will you read this? | |
Can I see? | |
This is surely moving faster | |
Than I can think | |
A minute shy, a passing eye | |
I know I saw you there | |
Will you read this? can I see? | |
What did I see? | |
Chance, chance, chance, chance | |
Swimming like a dozen crushing blows | |
All those midtime dances | |
Chance | |
Guys, this is very tedious, stop |
Chance, chance, chance, chance | |
Friday bank card, yours got stuck | |
I loaned you a phone quarter, said, " Good luck | |
Where are you now? | |
Me and glasses, Saturday slump | |
You and your shopping, I looked up | |
Our eyes met, mine are green | |
You' d had a peroxide thing | |
Call now, look me up | |
Sunday walk, weaver' s park | |
I was on the lakeside | |
Where the playgrounds meet | |
In bare feet | |
You said, " Mighty cold today | |
You never see what I think | |
You didn' t like your daytime job | |
I was born to travel | |
You were a camera, I dropped my keys | |
I' m on the northbound, you were asleep | |
I said, " Are you holding? | |
You wanna ride the silent sky? | |
I wrote a story on the fly | |
You in the tabletop | |
I said, " I' ve had enough of the city | |
I held a bag of apples | |
You at the last table | |
I had had a soy dog | |
Cafe Streetside, Tuesday bloom | |
You wanna be on fire | |
I said, I hung the moon | |
Wednesday grocery, corner of vine | |
You were in the checkout line | |
I dropped my frozen dinners | |
You helped pick them up | |
Thursday cab rush, our block | |
You with broken accent | |
My heart stopped | |
You laughed, I worry | |
Chance, chance, chance, chance | |
Swarming like a dozen crushing blows | |
All those glances, midtime dances | |
Chance | |
I never looked it up | |
You hit the sidewalk talking | |
Said, " I' d read the ads, do you? | |
Where are you? will you read this? | |
Can I see? | |
This is surely moving faster | |
Than I can think | |
A minute shy, a passing eye | |
I know I saw you there | |
Will you read this? can I see? | |
What did I see? | |
Chance, chance, chance, chance | |
Swimming like a dozen crushing blows | |
All those midtime dances | |
Chance | |
Guys, this is very tedious, stop |