Hey hey hey

Take me all the way round and bring me back again

The growing space between the lines

A correlation of my mind

Im falling on out and now you're fading

You're chugging on like a rollin' train


No I don't mind

Come and take a little piece of my life

Keep me with you while your riding

On that eastbound railway line

You know I'm tired

Don't you worry if you leave me behind

That old lonesome road

You know it aint no friend of mine


Hey hey hey

Heal my love for you now and head on back my way

The ever changing state of mind

If you look then you will find 
I'm heading on out to where it's raining

Your chugging on like a rollin' train


No I don't mind

Come and take a little piece of my life

Keep me with you while your riding

On that eastbound railway line

You know I'm tired

Don't you worry if you leave me behind

That old lonesome road

You know it aint no friend of mine

Flip, flop, you've drawn a dream,
Sky up above,
Plic Ploc, you took a tear,
Flower, Flower

Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue

Flip (color), flop (green), you've drawn (light) a dream (yellow)
Sky (pale), up (rose), above (shining blue)
Plic Ploc, you took a tear,
Flower, Flower

Flower, flower, you've drawn my life in...
Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue.

I hope that you will be coming around,
Bring me some wine,
I'll bring you my song's love,
We will drink It Down,
then we fool around,
Dancing to the sounds of my guitar love.

Say your gonna run,

Say your gonna run,

Say your gonna run,


To Me,
Say your gonna run.

We will lie in till noon,
our world in my room,
Next time I see you,
It won't be to soon my love,
soon love.

Say we're gonna run,
Say we're gonna run,
Say we're gonna run,
To me,
Say we're gonna run.
Over lands and seas,
The lands and sea',
Come with me,
Come with me,
Land and sea,
Land and sea.

Say your gonna run,
Say your gonna run,
Say your gonna run,
To Me,
Say your gonna run.

It’s not those mics called the overheads
And it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my hands
No they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for you
Will you try to keep me even if I never break the silence ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

We’ll have to gamble
Conceal our secrets
We’ll have to set aside
Our rusty strings
Lead and metals pointed upon us
Our disclocated concerto
Shine and shine with our groovy frequencies
Shall we try to keep on even if we’re never in tune ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tune
Wouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?
Untuned…