Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Arabian Derby, artist - Catatonia. Album song Paper Scissors Stone, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 01.02.1998
Record label: Warner Music UK
Song language: English
Arabian Derby |
I never feared the rain |
Until you turned to me |
And said you’d failed again |
It makes a perfect day so lame |
And leads us halfway |
To nowhere… |
And so the players |
Have changed |
Soon we’ll memorise the names |
But somehow something’s |
Never quite the same |
Still we’ll stake a claim |
You can count us in again |
Cos' everyone’s a winner baby |
Hedge your bets |
Get set and maybe |
We could be the first |
To cross the line… |
Get up, get set, get ready |
Get high, get low, get even |
Cos' we’re living |
In inimitable style |
Chasing the ultimate prize… |
You’d make a fine millionaire |
It’s only natural to celebrate |
But someone’s got to |
Be there to pay |
And we never get there… |
So take some time on our own |
We burn enough alone |
Close but still not fully grown |
Pulling marrow from a bone |
But there’s no turning back |
So count us in again… |
Cos' everyone’s a winner baby |
Hedge your bets |
Get set and maybe |
We could be the first |
To cross the line… |
Get up, get set, get ready |
Get high, get low, get even |
Cos' we’re living |
In inimitable style |
Chasing the ultimate prize… |
Going back to the old house |
The Marigolds just go to show |
That some of us should |
Never have left home |
But see I’m still counting |
Another flash in the pan |
A quick and instant forming tan |
It seems to grow on me |
Taking inches from a mile |
But I’m all for throwing |
It on the line… |