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• Artiste: Alison Moyet
• Titre: Our Colander Eyes
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Some days nothing comes my way, nothing but nothing that is A heaven of rain clouds crown my day, queen of the wet ghost town brigade Then you walk by and from my sky, nothing falls without a sparkle. Feeling it kissing my face, so even I don't know I'm crying Now you're him, out is in, who has time to live in sorrow Umbrellas are chapel ceilings in chrome And I dig the nylon blue lining your avenue I'm not waiting on the sun like a bus that never comes I'm at home with my colander sky I'm just hanging with a friend I don't need this storm to end I'm in deep with my colander guy It's you, you and me babe, and our colander eyes Then you walk in, and for my sins Nothing hurts for feeling groovy Everything seems appealing And even I don't know I'm lying But we soon forget how to get on wet We pass the towel and get back to drying And only the time is flying But then with only our chances slim Back to nephrology again