Letra da Música Bedroom On The Seine de The Pearlfishers

I've been along this street before, I know these faces
And I've watched the orange banners
Beating breathless in the sun
The white clouds hanging in the sky, the noise of the children
And the echoes of a time that passed
Before it had begun
I trace the footsteps of a boy who wanted nothing more than everything
And nothing less would do
I hear the buses rolling by
I feel the sunspots in my eyes
Hold a photograph of you

Well I've been up, down
Living in a foreign country with my love
Well I've been up, down
Living in a foreign country with my love
Living in a foreign country with my love

Silent Sunday afternoons, we're feeling restless
Trying to work out how to dodge the priest
And find a place to go
Freezing Monday mornings, walking under white sky
To the cafe where my mind is fixed
On no one else but you
I wonder where you are these days
If you;'re connected to that time
Where your life is heading to

I hear the birds out in the trees
My song is drifting on the breeze
My thoughts are headed home to you

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This is an edit of the backing vocals from Russian Punks with a huge
amount of reverb added. It kind of ends the first part of the record
which is so personal and specific in content, and opens things out a bit
more.

Sorry folks, no title & no words either!