Mirrorball You lit every dark corner Made the air feel like it was dancing Your eyes like an old coloured vinyl Were hiding in grooves a smile Like a
live for You are to me Deeper than souls Pushed in the ground Time is a clock That pushed us together Makes us feel old Makes us feel old Sound pushing
If i was left to my own devices I wouldn't go out in the rain If i was in a room with all of my vices You?d never see me again You sing 'cause you?re
Your shadow danced on the side of the train All i was left with was a memory that was tamed I know there's no more in you than you The only thing that
beatles appear Out of nowhere You can drop me off here Seeing me at the side of the road With all the wheel trims You'd guess my old life comes with
Smoke a galouise at the after show Even though you gave up a year ago Think of all the ways to meet your heroes While she wraps you around her ego It
Driving home from the wedding feeling static From everything moving Like the man on his farm who fought for the motorway To be built on either side Everywhere
Nnow is the time to find out why you?re buying everything Now is the time to find out why you sigh at everything You dress your self up to the top of
It?s the game you've entered And life?s what you?re getting Life has always been yours She looked up quick and back down Like a flash from a light house
chose it more than life You chose everything that you could I knew from then more would be had from you 'Cause you blow the life You blew the light You
You said that i'm the best swimmer You've seen give me a ring You sat there up on you're high chair Give me a ring 'Cause i can't swim to the edge Feel
?ve given you But you light your fire And don't look down I watch the last light turn off in your flat And darken the town You light your fire And
in words There's an old low light it flicks on and off Like our opinions Three hours without a word Then you stroke my arm There's an old low light in
words There?s an old low light, it flicks on and off like our opinions Three hours without a word, then you stroke my arm There?s an old low light in
words There's an old low light it flicks on and off Like our opinions Three hours without a word Then you stroke my arm There's an old low light in me
Traduzione: Williams, Kathryn. Vecchio Low Light # 2.
