歌词
Slips like sunlight liquid through my fingers
Throws me head first into the washing dryer
She laughs at all the little toy soldiers masquerading
In front the Eiffel tower
Gold like champagne dripping from the ceiling (She's gold)
Taste of her's got me gripping to the wire
When she sheds her leaves it always lingers, I take my time
To pursue the naked choir
And I, I'm in trouble
Oh why, she bursts my bubble
Twists my mind like a biscuit in a blender
Feeds the crumbs to chirpy mister lemon
When she pirouettes on the line it's so damn unkind
You'll lose it to the fire
Sparks the night with the gripping light of dreamers
You just want another hour
Just want another hour
And I, I'm in trouble
Oh why, she bursts my bubble
Sun!
Light!
Sun!
Light!
If she could be on the ship, yeah
Leaving with me
Oh darling I hope
I hope you could see
I hope you see me
For what it could be
For what it could be
What it could be, yeah