Testi:
Stornoway

You're standing on the only chair And you're singing to the screens and the moving stairs All on your own in the arrivals You heard it in the watchman

Curled up in the back of the car, 9 years old you don't know where you are, And your head's on the window your eyes are just closed, There's a voice

Goodnight, goodnight the sun is long out of sight, and I stagger home by the street lights. Goodnight, goodnight, went out after work tonight: only meant

Where are we goin' this fine morning? What are we doin' this fine day? We're doin' the same as ev'ry morning! We're stayin' inside on this fine morning

Where are we goin' this fine morning? What are we doin' this fine day? We're doin' the same as ev'ry morning! We're stayin' inside on this fine morning

Waiting for a train, going nowhere In a nowhere station Staying up last night Going nowhere, with my trains of thought Sleeping with your boy, going nowhere

Curled up in the back of the car, 9 years old you don't know where you are, And your head's on the window your eyes are just closed, There's a voice in

i am a seabird you are the arctic ocean, i know your seasons and your sancturies and when i'm feeling over your wild wide horses i know theres no where