Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Common Things, artist - Little Comets. Album song Worhead, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 09.03.2017
Record label: The Smallest Label
Song language: English
Common Things |
| When she first gave me coldsores |
| On a park bench in Walsall |
| I remember the feeling |
| As the last of the light |
| Dripped with might |
| From the palms of the evening |
| Like a psalm on the ceiling |
| Of her home, of her home |
| I love those common things I do with her |
| TV at six o’clock is de rigueur |
| Don’t need to fall apart to works of art |
| Don’t speak no Portuguese in the dark |
| And we can’t be romantic |
| Cos we don’t live in France yet |
| Get our kicks from the frantic |
| Little movements of feet |
| As I gallivant she keeps an atlas |
| Sleeping under the mattress |
| So I’m home, so I’m home |
| Don’t need to run along to Chittagong |
| Don’t need to get to Delhi or Geelong |
| Don’t need to throw a coin into a fountain |
| Don’t need to digress in the Spanish Mountains |
| Don’t need to trek from Santander to Bilbao |
| When I’ve got this better way to find out how |
| Cos I love those common things, |
| I love those common things, |
| I love those common things, |
| I love those common things. |