Not a soul was stirrin' Not a bird was singin' Least not within my hearin' I was five minutes past carin' Standing in the road just starin' Thought I
The touch of your lips next to mine Gets me excited, makes me feel fine The touch of your hand, your sweet hello The fire inside you when you're holding
The streets were deserted and the house was dark Down in the basement there was the faintest spark Three boys hoping to make their mark International
Freedom for the stallion Freedom for the mare and her colt Freedom for the baby child Who has not grown old enough to vote Lord, have mercy, what you
I may do things you don't understand But remember I'm only doing the best I can Every little thing I do I'm trying to get closer to you Nearer, nearer
a kiss There must be something better than this 'Cos I don't see how it can get much worse What do we have to do to send the river in reverse? Every
When I'm down and out She stays by me without a doubt And if I stumble like I'm gonna fall She's right there at my beck and call She's my wonder woman
There's a place Where words mean nothing or much less Such a disgrace We got to get out of this mess Coming in under the cover of darkness How high shall
kiss There must be something better than this 'Cos I don't see how it can get much worse What do we have to do to send The river in reverse Every man
Käännös: Elvis Costello. River päinvastaisessa.
(Toussaint) The touch of your lips next to mine Gets me excited makes me feel fine The touch of your hand Your sweet hello The fire inside you When
(Bird, Costello, Toussaint) Not a soul was stirring Not a bird was singing, at least not within my hearing I was five minutes past caring Standing in
(Costello, Toussaint) There's a place Where words mean nothing or much less Such a disgrace We got to get out of this mess Coming in under the cover
(Toussaint) Freedom for the stallion Freedom for the mare and her colt Freedom for the baby child Who has not grown old enough to vote. Lord, have mercy
(Costello, Toussaint) The streets were deserted and the house was dark Down in the basement there was the faintest spark Three boys hoping to make their
(Toussaint) I may do things you don't understand But remember I'm only doing the best I can Every little thing I do I'm trying to get closer to you
(Toussaint) Sunrise Sunset Since the beginning it hasn't changed yet People fly high begin to lose sight You can't see very clearly when you're in flight
(Costello, Toussaint) Six-Fingered Man Playing a seven-string guitar There are Seven Deadly Sins Any one of them can do you in Take what you lost from