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October '97, with the hurricane approaching
I was in my room
Kisses, bicycles, glimpses of the sea
I can recall them vividly
Like all the first things
You so comically inaccessible
Waiting to meet your husband from the train
We never gave a shit about whether we were or weren't hip
We played in a dust cloud like Pig-Pen in Peanuts
We played in a dust cloud like Pig-Pen in Peanuts
And every letter leaves you bitter
We're up on the cricket pitch with cracked lips in the middle of winter
Here comes the sun, here comes the moon
Here comes the hurricane, I'm in my room
American Airlines, American Boom
She'll be home soon, I'll be in my room
Here comes the light, she shines like a spoon
When she comes around I'll be in my room
I'll be in my room...
There are no lightbulbs left on the bottom shelf
I keep leaving you in a muddle, you keep leaving me for someone else
For someone else...
And every letter leaves you bitter
We're up on the cricket pitch with cracked lips in the middle of winter
Here comes the sun, here comes the moon
Here comes the hurricane, I'm in my room
American Airlines, American Boom
She'll be home soon, I'll be in my room
Here comes the light, she shines like a spoon
When she comes around I'll be in my room
I'll be in my room...
- Album:
- Bamboo Diner in the Rain
- Great Big Flamingo Burning Moon
- City Forgiveness
- Long Black Cars
- Beer In The Breakers
- If You Leave It Alone
- Instant Coffee Baby / If You Leave It Alone
- Helen
- Spaghetti
- The Best of Ray-Ban Unplugged 2009-2011 at Primavera Sound
- Little Surprise
- Little Surprise / One More for the Road, Marianne
- Blue Harbour
- In Her Kitchen
- Lisbon
- Eskimo Kiss
- Instant Coffee Baby
- Strange Fruit for David
- The Hawaiian Open Mic Night
- The Airplanes at Brescia