The Kings of Convenience все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

So we meet again after several years
Several years of separation
Moving on, moving around
Till we spend this time
Chasing the other's tail

Whooo oh-oh I could never belong to you

Through the alleyways to cool off in the shadows
Then into the street following the water
There's a bearded man paddling in his canoe
Looks as if he has come all the way from the Cayman Islands

These canals, it seems, they all go in circles
Places look the same, and we're the only difference
The wind is in your hair, it's covering my view

I'd rather dance with you
than talk with you,
so why don't we just move into the other room.
There's space for us to shake,
and 'hey, I like this tune'.

Even if I could hear what you said,
I doubt my reply would be interesting

All I do is sleep all day, and think of you
A memory of the cushion life I'm clinging to
The image of a mutual one, our haven
The sombre chords of our song, the fading

Love is no big truth
Driven by our genes, we are simple selfish beings
A symphony that's you

Crossroads and given the option
To pass and look back at goals I've missed
Rainbows of burning bridges
If you squint a little more it looks the same

But ooooooooooooooooooooooooh
There's a little bit of me inside you
Gathering what you've lost

Hey baby, Mrs. Cold
Acting so tough
Didn't know you had it in you so be hurt at all
You waited too long
You should've hook me
before I put my raincoat on

Okay, I get it

Five weeks in a prison, I made no friends
There's more time to be done, but I've got a week to spend
I didn't pay much attention first time around
But now you're hard not to notice, right here in my town
Where the stage of my old life meets the cast of the new
Tonights actors: Me and You

Each day is taking us closer

Even though I'll never need her,
even though she's only giving me pain,
I'll be on my knees to feed her,
spend a day to make her smile again
Even though I'll never need her,
even though she's only giving me pain
As the world is soft around her,
leaving me with nothing to disdain.

Summerchild that sits by the water,
weaving sunlight threads in his hands.
The golden river that day a shelter,
a stream where he could make pebbles dance.
You looked around you,
nobody had taken,
any notice of what you saw...
Against the evening sky a formation,