Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stories, artist - Pleasure. Album song Pleasure, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 07.08.2003
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Stories |
Monday arrived exactly when she said she would |
Sent a wide-eyed sun to find some signs of life inside my bed |
Tuesday’s on fire |
Pulled up the socks and watched the clock |
and swore that she would never follow suit |
I used to chase the hours, |
hour upon hour |
Craving merit, craving credit |
wishing I was only (owning?) you |
But suddenly I’m not so easily led |
Let the winds blow right over your head |
I’m in the mood for stories |
So let the days grow old |
Suddenly I’m not so easily led |
Let the winds blow right over your head |
I’m in the mood for stories |
So let the days grow old |
I’m a little English boy, Harry is my name |
In cold or sunny weather my work is still the same |
I’m civil and obliging to the passers-by |
Who hurry to be cozy home, this is what I cry |
Wednesday’s just an open book |
But Thursday presses Friday |
Presses Saturday’s pernicious lies |
Suddenly I’m not so easily led |
Let the winds blow right over your head |
I’m in the mood for stories |
Let the days grow old |
Suddenly I’m not so easily led |
Let the winds blow right over your head |
I’m in the mood for stories |
Let the days grow old |
Let the days grow old |
I’m in the mood for stories |
Let the days grow old |
Sunday’s child knew everything I hoped to know |
Measures so unhurried |
When others run about, kept moving on |
Hour upon hour |
Craving merit, craving credit |
Wishing I was only (owning?) you |
Hour upon hour |
Craving merit, craving credit |
Wishing I was only new (?) |