No time no place to talk about the weather,
The promise of love is hard to ignore,
You said the chance wasnt getting any better
Labour of love is ours to endure
The highest branch on the apple tree
It was my favourite place to be
I could hear them braking free
But they could not see me
I will run for shelter
Endless summer lift the curse
It feels like nothing matters
In our private universe
I have all I want is that simple enough???
Theres a whole lot more Im thinking of
Every night about six oclock
The birds come back to the palm to talk
They talk to me, birds talk to me
If I go down on my knees
I will run for shelter
Endless summer lift the curse
It feels like nothing matters
In our private universe
And its a pleasure that I have known
And its a treasure that I have gained
And its a pleasure that I have known
Its a tight squeeze but I wont let go
Love is on the table and the dinners cold
I will run for shelter
Endless summer lift the curse
Feels like nothing matters
In our private universe
- 'Private Universe' by Crowded House
Thursday, October 23, 2008
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