Song For Louis Songtext
Put me in your place again my friend
Lete me live there silent
Watching your past lives in sunny lanes
On bikes and in foreign bedrooms
We can do a swap forever if you like
Your clarity for my dramatics
And would I have to be asthmatic
That's a price I'd gladly pay
I take you often on the tram with me these days
Put the same song on repeat
They say the themes are often similar with us
From the same book we take out leaf
We share a lust for noise, the echoes in the din
We share alove of the ecstatic
But you can write about a spastic
I'm just a product of your skill
I swear we've seen the same things
In springtime, Autumn, Winter too
Glowing sparely on a Melbourne day
The bluestone in the dusky dew
So I don't really know how to thank you
But what with little that his is
For best laying my plans down for me
And giving it straight tothe kids
We can do a swap forever if you like
Your clarity for my dramatics
And would I have to be asthmatic
That's a price I'd gladly pay
I swear we've seen the same things
In springtime, Autumn, Winter too
Glowing sparely on a Melbourne day
The bluestone in the dusky dew
Lete me live there silent
Watching your past lives in sunny lanes
On bikes and in foreign bedrooms
We can do a swap forever if you like
Your clarity for my dramatics
And would I have to be asthmatic
That's a price I'd gladly pay
I take you often on the tram with me these days
Put the same song on repeat
They say the themes are often similar with us
From the same book we take out leaf
We share a lust for noise, the echoes in the din
We share alove of the ecstatic
But you can write about a spastic
I'm just a product of your skill
I swear we've seen the same things
In springtime, Autumn, Winter too
Glowing sparely on a Melbourne day
The bluestone in the dusky dew
So I don't really know how to thank you
But what with little that his is
For best laying my plans down for me
And giving it straight tothe kids
We can do a swap forever if you like
Your clarity for my dramatics
And would I have to be asthmatic
That's a price I'd gladly pay
I swear we've seen the same things
In springtime, Autumn, Winter too
Glowing sparely on a Melbourne day
The bluestone in the dusky dew