Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Place, artist - Little River Band. Album song Re-Arranged, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 05.01.2017
Record label: The Store For
Song language: English
This Place |
Busted doors and broken women hang out in the street |
Faces unfamiliar turn to stare and not to greet |
And the old café door’s permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing |
There’s a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow |
Wondering what the hell I’m doin' |
This place used to be my home |
This town I used to call my own |
Over the years nothin' and no one’s grown |
In this place, I used to call my home |
The old tree on the hill’s still standin' |
Where my baby and I used to lay down |
She taught me about livin', lovin' and life |
My first and only love from this town |
And the plain old houses seem like long lost friends |
But most have been torn down |
I guess they tried to make way for some kinda progress |
So hard to find in this town |
This place used to be my home |
This town I used to call my own |
Over the years nothin' and nobody’s grown |
In this place, I used to call my home |
Fields of green and lazy skies |
Golden memories just pass me by |
When you go back, well, it’s never the same |
I know it’s true |
But I’m still hooked on you and this place |
The old café door’s permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing |
There’s a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow |
Wonderin' what the hell I’m doin' |
This place used to be my home |
This town I used to call my own |
Over the years nothin' and no one’s grown |
In this place |
This place used to be my home |
This town I used to call my own |
Over the years nothin' and no one’s grown |
In this place, I used to call my home |