Attic Plan(Saturday Nightlight Mix) - The Pastels
歌曲信息
歌曲名:Attic Plan(Saturday Nightlight Mix)
歌手:The Pastels
所属专辑:Illuminati - Pastels Music Remixed
发行时间:1998-01-01
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Attic Plan(Saturday Nightlight Mix) - The Pastels 文本歌词
It's midnight
Round about here
There's a curfew
We'll kiss
And disappear
Into a floating system
Where there's nobody
Listening just the air
When there's too much fuss
It comes right down to us
And I do declare
We got the flair
Tonight it seems to be our fate
To take a starlight ride through the cityscape
Do you like it
When it's late
Sometimes lives just come together
And in that moment everything else
Is peripheral
And we won't have to
Listen to those
Tinny punks b***hing
Resing resign
We've seen the sign
It's midnight
And I miss you
No it's midnight
And I'll kiss you
From an emptying bar
To the serenity of the stars
I know where we are
Past the tennis courts
And the tree lined roads
Where the streetlit leaves
Sway in the breeze
Sway with me on a
Night like this
Let's kiss and disappear
Round about here
There's a curfew
We'll kiss
And disappear
Into a floating system
Where there's nobody
Listening just the air
When there's too much fuss
It comes right down to us
And I do declare
We got the flair
Tonight it seems to be our fate
To take a starlight ride through the cityscape
Do you like it
When it's late
Sometimes lives just come together
And in that moment everything else
Is peripheral
And we won't have to
Listen to those
Tinny punks b***hing
Resing resign
We've seen the sign
It's midnight
And I miss you
No it's midnight
And I'll kiss you
From an emptying bar
To the serenity of the stars
I know where we are
Past the tennis courts
And the tree lined roads
Where the streetlit leaves
Sway in the breeze
Sway with me on a
Night like this
Let's kiss and disappear
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