
Date of issue: 22.10.1998
Song language: English
Sweet Avenue |
Tasting you in rain, I walk down to the train |
Try not to look down |
This day could someday be an anniversary |
Everything is light and sound |
Facing forwards, going slowly, wait for you to show me |
Where this train wants to go |
Living by the hour, I stop for every flower |
Everything is soft and slow |
Now all these tastes improve |
Through the view that comes with you |
Like they handed me my life |
For the first time, it felt right |
Thank you for making me see there’s a life in me |
It was dying to get out |
Holding you, we make two spoons beneath an April moon |
Everything is soft and sweet |
This cigarette, it could seduce |
A nation with its smoke |
Crawling down my tired throat |
Scratches part of me that’s purring |
Softly stirring |
I’m a captain of industry, smoking famously |
Feet up on the windowsill |
Looking at all these trees I feel affinity with |
Everything so soft and still |
Budding at my fingertips |
Touching you, I start to bloom |
Alive with trains and passing ships |
Soft and sweet along your lips now |
I go «oh wow» |
Thank you for taking me from my monastery |
I was dying to get out |
With tears of gratitude, I like my latitude |
Cross town train to you |
Now all these tastes improve |
Through the view that comes with you |
Like they handed me my life |
For the first time, it felt worth it |
Like I deserved it |