Lyrics
One more
Every time I walk down Richardson Road
I see the life you could have
had there if you'd wanted
The early sun that catches shop windows
In the mist makes mirrors
In the lists of errors
Our suburban pleasure
Suburban pleasure
Suburban pleasures
The comfort of the cafe
a lifetime ago
Sons are on their mobiles
In the middle distance
Just above the rooftops of Richardson Road
With the quiet mothers
Becoming light as feathers
Becoming light as feathers
Becoming light as feathers
Becoming light as feathers
Through the English weather
Over grass and heather
Becoming light as feathers
Becoming light as feathers
Becoming light as feathers
Becoming light as feathers
Through the English weather
Over grass and heather
Becoming light as feathers
