Paroles de Commodore
Fresh tracks in the snow pass within a hundred feet of my tentTook a bus just to get some inspiration
Road to success
I went from station to station to station
For seven hours just to get some rest
My head was so full of anger
But I could not find a voice to speak
I got myself so hungry
But I could not eat
Ooh
I want love and a commodore
And a photograph of you
I want love and a commodore
Wrapped in chrome blue
And here comes the night, I don't want it
There goes the air, I don't care
And I hear from the tide
That you changed your hair, hair, hair
Uh-oh-oh
Ooh
Moving in the same direction
Wе're all ghosts on the midline Nobody speak or see or touch me
What a beautiful marriage
I guess you lost your crutch
Ooh
I want love and a commodore
And a photograph of you
I want love and a commodore
Wrapped in chrome blue
And here comes the night, I don't want it
There goes the air, I don't care
And I hear from the tide
That you changed your hair, hair, hair
Uh-oh-oh
Ooh
I want love and a commodore
And a photograph of you
I want love and a commodore
Wrapped in chrome blue
And here comes the night, I don't want it
There goes the air, I don't care
And I hear from the tide
That you changed your hair, hair, hair
Uh-oh-oh
Finally, a giant animal
But I could not find a voice to speak
I got myself so hungry
But I could not eat
Ooh
I want love and a commodore
And a photograph of you
I want love and a commodore
Wrapped in chrome blue
And here comes the night, I don't want it
There goes the air, I don't care
And I hear from the tide
That you changed your hair, hair, hair
Uh-oh-oh
Ooh
Moving in the same direction
Wе're all ghosts on the midline Nobody speak or see or touch me
What a beautiful marriage
I guess you lost your crutch
Ooh
I want love and a commodore
And a photograph of you
I want love and a commodore
Wrapped in chrome blue
And here comes the night, I don't want it
There goes the air, I don't care
And I hear from the tide
That you changed your hair, hair, hair
Uh-oh-oh
Ooh
I want love and a commodore
And a photograph of you
I want love and a commodore
Wrapped in chrome blue
And here comes the night, I don't want it
There goes the air, I don't care
And I hear from the tide
That you changed your hair, hair, hair
Uh-oh-oh
Finally, a giant animal
