Been on the bus Since a quarter to one I'm baking like a chicken On the bus in the setting sun Home, home, home Under the window Is that a shot or a
be your friend again One, two, three o'clock It's too late to start, too late to stop Five, six, seven, eight I'm walking steady, I'm walking straight
When you turned out the light And walked out the door I said to myself What did I come here for? Did you have a good time Drinking whiskey and rhyme
, I hear your voice, I feel your hands, I kiss your mouth And I am walking in London and you are watching me walk Talking Italian and you are hearing
You know your old man was with me last night And I just want you to know I don't think it's right Because Bessie used to sing to me Don't ever play no
When you lay down do you hear sounds? Does the silence have a voice? What does it say, what do you hear? What does it whisper in your ear? Why don't
Traduction: Concrete Blonde. Walking In London.