Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Miles Franklin , by - Momus. Song from the album Stars Forever, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 05.12.2019
Record label: American Patchwork
Song language: English
Miles Franklin |
| All the lovers I’ve had I seemed to mislay |
| One went mad, one went away |
| One left a note that said 'The heart repairs' |
| On the wine cork he wrote 'Love is there' |
| The shelves we put up at the foot of the stairs |
| Make me long to be a couple like the ones at Ikea |
| Now when I dream of a man |
| I see him putting up shelves (shelves!) |
| Single, 32, working in IT |
| Miles Franklin |
| Gay, discreet |
| Neatly-bound issues, Wallpaper magazine |
| Sam Taylor-Wood, Philip Glass symphonies |
| David Sylvian, 'Dead Bees On A Cake' |
| Modernist, minimalist, opaque |
| Japanese tea, lonely old me |
| The day before you came |
| The one that got away |
| My life with Tyler Brule |
| Whether you care or pretend you don’t care |
| You can’t forget 'love is there' |
| Classified advertisements, Wallpaper magazine |
| Lines from stupid pop songs, the fragments of a dream |
| Or simply spring (spring!) |
| It all begins again |
| The serene calm of ebonised ash |
| Modern antiques, ceramics and birch |
| A stainless steel kitchen, a stainless steel heart |
| Kuala Lumpur, a world apart |
| The men I never met |
| The books I never wrote |
| Files full of letters and boxes full of notes |
| A Charles Eames chair, beautiful and bare |
| The day before you came |
| The one that got away |
| My life with Tyler Brule |
| Whether you care or pretend you don’t care |
| You can’t forget 'love is there' |
| The shelves of magazines |
| You flipped through idly |
| Your life as tidy as the Alexandria library |
| The heart repairs |
| Like the shelves at the foot of the stairs |
| The day before you came |
| The one that got away |
| My life with Tyler Brule |
| Discreet or outrageous, scene or non-scene |
| Love is there, shy and obscene |
| The men I never met |
| The books I never wrote |
| The songs I never sang, my heart full of hope |
| Or simply spring (spring!) |
| It all begins again |