November's DEAR SWEET, after the show
you and me were walking down
the radiation street
we were drunk, talked and laughed.
street lights were bright
cold enough,
midnight town smelled like winter
you are not here right now
saturday gets me so loved
time is capricious,
what am I doing right here now?
turn that light off and melt into the night
groovy music makes me satisfied
won't come back till my eyes
catch morning light
then I can face the world without BEER
turn it up, turn it up a song from the tube
the melody is the one I heard before
mellow bass, funky beats you used to like
mosrite, setting sun and beautiful eyes....
you are not here right now
saturday gets me so loved
time is capricious,
what am I doing right here now?
you are not here right now
saturday gets me so loved
time is capricious…
going through the night, guided by a star
going through the night, to the coral reef
going through the night, guided by a star
going through the night,
to the coral reef coral reef
turn that light off and melt into the night
groovy music makes me satisfied
won't come back till my eyes
catch morning light
then I can face the world without BEER
...and I bathe in the saturday morning light
...and I bathe in the saturday morning light
...and I bathe in the saturday morning light
...and I bathe in the saturday morning light
