Song | Songs for the Road |
Artist | David Ford |
Album | Songs for the Road |
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Well, the day cast down | |
Lengthy shadows on unfamiliar towns | |
And I drove three hundred miles from the place I call home | |
And I tip my hat to the angel of the north | |
And the sun it set fire to the heavens | |
On the hills over Sheffield tonight | |
And I will sail over this countryside with new friends and old | |
And we are nowhere, but man, we're alright | |
So you can keep your belief in whatever | |
And I'll wear my cynicism like a tattoo | |
And while poets try to engineer definitions of love | |
All you know that all I can think of is you | |
And I just can't wait to see you on Sunday | |
Far from the traffic and the smoke and the noise | |
But for this evening I will play back every message that you sent | |
So I can sleep to the sound of your voice | |
Now I don't lightly use words like forever | |
But I will love you â€~til the end of today | |
And in the morning when I remember everything that you are | |
Well, I know I'll fall for you over again | |
Now I know someday this all will be over | |
And it's hard to say what most will I miss | |
Just give me one way to spend my last moments alive | |
And I choose this, I choose this, I choose this | |
I choose this, I choose this, I choose this | |
I choose this, I choose this, yeah, I choose this |
Well, the day cast down | |
Lengthy shadows on unfamiliar towns | |
And I drove three hundred miles from the place I call home | |
And I tip my hat to the angel of the north | |
And the sun it set fire to the heavens | |
On the hills over Sheffield tonight | |
And I will sail over this countryside with new friends and old | |
And we are nowhere, but man, we' re alright | |
So you can keep your belief in whatever | |
And I' ll wear my cynicism like a tattoo | |
And while poets try to engineer definitions of love | |
All you know that all I can think of is you | |
And I just can' t wait to see you on Sunday | |
Far from the traffic and the smoke and the noise | |
But for this evening I will play back every message that you sent | |
So I can sleep to the sound of your voice | |
Now I don' t lightly use words like forever | |
But I will love you til the end of today | |
And in the morning when I remember everything that you are | |
Well, I know I' ll fall for you over again | |
Now I know someday this all will be over | |
And it' s hard to say what most will I miss | |
Just give me one way to spend my last moments alive | |
And I choose this, I choose this, I choose this | |
I choose this, I choose this, I choose this | |
I choose this, I choose this, yeah, I choose this |
Well, the day cast down | |
Lengthy shadows on unfamiliar towns | |
And I drove three hundred miles from the place I call home | |
And I tip my hat to the angel of the north | |
And the sun it set fire to the heavens | |
On the hills over Sheffield tonight | |
And I will sail over this countryside with new friends and old | |
And we are nowhere, but man, we' re alright | |
So you can keep your belief in whatever | |
And I' ll wear my cynicism like a tattoo | |
And while poets try to engineer definitions of love | |
All you know that all I can think of is you | |
And I just can' t wait to see you on Sunday | |
Far from the traffic and the smoke and the noise | |
But for this evening I will play back every message that you sent | |
So I can sleep to the sound of your voice | |
Now I don' t lightly use words like forever | |
But I will love you til the end of today | |
And in the morning when I remember everything that you are | |
Well, I know I' ll fall for you over again | |
Now I know someday this all will be over | |
And it' s hard to say what most will I miss | |
Just give me one way to spend my last moments alive | |
And I choose this, I choose this, I choose this | |
I choose this, I choose this, I choose this | |
I choose this, I choose this, yeah, I choose this |