Paroles de la chanson My Favourite Book Is One I've Read A Bunch par
To get to where you are now from the waiting room that hides?
Deep in an alarm clock or a TV radio
Or in a can of Coca-cola they keep kicking down the road
Baby, my favourite books are ones I've read a bunch
Where new words always show themselves when we go out to lunch
These are the same hands I've always had, the ones you used to draw
When I was sitting in your parents' house, colouring on the floor
Love isn't languid, it's lying
Dormantly forever tying
Every time I see you is like a day at the fair
Deep in an alarm clock or a TV radio
Or in a can of Coca-cola they keep kicking down the road
Baby, my favourite books are ones I've read a bunch
Where new words always show themselves when we go out to lunch
These are the same hands I've always had, the ones you used to draw
When I was sitting in your parents' house, colouring on the floor
Love isn't languid, it's lying
Dormantly forever tying
Every time I see you is like a day at the fair
It's like a trip out to the movies hearing the church bells in the air
It doesn't happen very often though but baby when it does
I hold on to you like a drunken uncle clings to a gatepost
And all my days are afternoons and evenings after that
The setting sun is a reminder of the mornings we have had
Of driving to the beach to make you feel better
You said the sea would be a good friend if you were introduced to her
And love isn't languid, it's lying
Dormantly forever tying
Me to you, you to me
Me to you, you to me
My apartment is a museum to all the things we've done
It doesn't happen very often though but baby when it does
I hold on to you like a drunken uncle clings to a gatepost
And all my days are afternoons and evenings after that
The setting sun is a reminder of the mornings we have had
Of driving to the beach to make you feel better
You said the sea would be a good friend if you were introduced to her
And love isn't languid, it's lying
Dormantly forever tying
Me to you, you to me
Me to you, you to me
My apartment is a museum to all the things we've done
Our private little history book of wars we have won
And our library of Alexandria won't burn down
We'll be flipping through the volumes in every city and every town
And I thought of when you told me that this moment's just a bird
You keep on trying to hold on while it flies to see the world
But I told you that I loved you and that we will always be
Branches for it to perch on in the same old tree
And love isn't languid, it's lying
Dormantly forever tying
Me to you, you to me
Me to you, you to me
Me to you, you to me
Me to you, you to me
And our library of Alexandria won't burn down
We'll be flipping through the volumes in every city and every town
And I thought of when you told me that this moment's just a bird
You keep on trying to hold on while it flies to see the world
But I told you that I loved you and that we will always be
Branches for it to perch on in the same old tree
And love isn't languid, it's lying
Dormantly forever tying
Me to you, you to me
Me to you, you to me
Me to you, you to me
Me to you, you to me