Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Haven Green, artist - Goldspot. Album song Aerogramme, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 17.01.2014
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
New Haven Green |
It was September in the '70s |
Three of us flying in two seats |
Holding the statues of sandalwood |
The airport is filled with the neighborhood |
In the back of an old white ambassador |
You turn a deaf ear to your father |
He gave you a grand from the black market |
It stayed in the glove |
You would not take it |
So why the words on napkins for no one to read? |
It’s never been black or white |
Or what we thought it would be |
You carry the cases |
She carries me |
Tell the eight-dollar story again |
Tell the eight-dollar story again |
An officer in blue, he welcomed you |
Gave you the key to your living room |
You took up the last carry-on |
And laid out on jackets on the floor |
So why the words on napkins for no one to read? |
It’s never been black or white |
Or what we thought it would be |
You carry the cases |
She carries me |
Tell the eight-dollar story again |
Tell the eight-dollar story again |
Can we go back to the New Haven Green? |
Two of you turning into three |
We’ll read all the letters you never sent |
And make the old places new again |
So why the words on napkins for no one to read? |
It’s never been black or white |
Or what we thought it would be |
You carry the cases |
She carries me |
Tell the eight-dollar story |
Tell the eight-dollar story |
Tell me the story again |