Текст песни Saint Etienne - Flight To Tashkent

Исполнитель: Saint Etienne


The shade of the September grass /
down avenues, chasing your childhood, /
scratching our names on a tree, /
these things all remind me of you. /
Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. / [or it could be "oh baby(?)"]
Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. /
Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. /
Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. /
Her hair was as soft as the snow. /
Watching the sun rise from my house. /
(The pilot is calling for help), /
and something reminds me of you. /
Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. /
Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. /
Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. /
Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. /
Ooh, / and we're coming down, / ooh, / we're coming down. / Ooh, / and we're coming down, / ooh, / coming down, / coming down.

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