Tekst:
Red Blue
Where are you tonight,
you say everything just right everything's just right
I live on a dead end street where men and women meet
The countries really far from me
Where the seasons get universal
Yeah, the seasons get universal
why are you still surprised by a quart of gin and a quarter scotch,
a quiet airplane and a half-hour off the clock
Where are you?
Your hair knows
Your hair knows the top of your T-shirt
and your back was up in arms about it
But I'm not as good as the inner states are;
I can't take you that far
To a polish town in German tongues
and in time with Irish rounds he thinks every Russian girl is you
Did he hear? He didn't hear here
Where are you tonight,
you say everything just right everything's just right
I live on a dead end street where men and women meet
The countries really far from me
Where the seasons get universal
Yeah, the seasons get universal
why are you still surprised by a quart of gin and a quarter scotch,
a quiet airplane and a half-hour off the clock
Where are you?
Your hair knows
Your hair knows the top of your T-shirt
and your back was up in arms about it
But I'm not as good as the inner states are;
I can't take you that far
To a polish town in German tongues
and in time with Irish rounds he thinks every Russian girl is you
Did he hear? He didn't hear here
