Town To Town

Got a peaceful feeling

I've found the reason

For taking nothing seriously

Its the guessing game with

Those waves of flame and

Sick winter for a thousand years

Me and my ex-lover

Will accept each other

Help reap the dead harvest

Town to town

She's nervous and her

Best friend is waiting

She's trying to pronounce my name

Talk all we may she

Can't but conceal

The fullness of her secret heart

Its our lives

Its nothing, don't touch me

Don't call me

I can't wake up

Can't help you

Someone else will

If you just sit still

When the daily parade of the troubles you made gets you down

Just consider the fate of the wide open space from town to town

Get Olso, get Glasgow

Hit Bonn and hit Bordeaux

Fry Dresden, fry Dublin

Why don't you call me?

I've got nobody

When the daily parade of the troubles you made gets you down

Just consider the fate of the wide open space from town to town

When the daily parade of the troubles you made gets you down

Just consider the fate of the wide open space from town to town