Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kisses, artist - Kirsty McGee. Album song Frost, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 03.05.2009
Record label: Park
Song language: English
Kisses |
A wise white moon sinks down into the sea |
You wake up freezing cold, you lying under me |
In a beach hut in a southern town, pebbledash grey |
On a morning white as feathers |
The sun as red as clay |
Sometimes your eyes were chestnut brown |
Sometimes your eyes were green |
Sometimes your eyes were grey |
They were the strangest i have seen |
And you’d fix your eyes upon white lines |
I’d fix mine next to yours |
And we would ride these english roads |
From shore to shining shore |
As if we could live on kisses and stolen habitation |
Riding up and down connecting lines in wagons built of steel |
To sit on hard, stone beaches the morning after rain |
And watch the water rising and then falling back again |
The sun sinks down beneath the waves |
You wonder will you see her face |
Your wondering won’t leave you alone |
As summer clouds turn brutish grey |
Your smile still flickers bright as day |
Why do we stand here like two fools |
In summer’s fading light? |
Come now, come, we’ll beat the dawn and leave this place behind |
Leave this stolen room and shingle shore, ride off into the night |
I’ll fix my eyes upon the road if you fix yours next to mine |
And we’ll warm our hands on heated air in the first car that we find |
And sometimes when i wake beneath a sky as grey as steel |
I still expect to find your body’s imprint next to me |
I’m reminded of you when i see those wagons roll |
Like broken glass i watch them pass, grey spectres in my soul |
Come now, come, the day moves on and leaves us both behind |
Beat back the moon that rises like a shadow in your mind |
How can i even talk to you with your eyes so faraway |
As if someday soon that road you love might steal you back again… |
As if you could live on kisses and stolen habitation |
Riding up and down connecting lines in wagons built of steel |
To sit on hard, stone beaches the morning after rain |
And watch the water rising and then falling back again |