Et do tre Ooh oh ru nanana You're slidin' down a dream, oh yea Where nights are born in blue, that's the truth You're swimmin' in a stream, oh yea Fish
Growin' up on Cinnamon Street Everywhere you look there are lots of people to meet It's seven o'clock, the breakfast treat Now the school bus is here,
You build it up and tear it down There's no reason to follow you You left the song without a sound You left the story I made for you Softly angels bow
Is there we please, please, please, please I hit the coast with the faith of a preacher man I saw a ghost with a face like a madman I had this dream
Babe, it's time to tell me that it's over Tell me that it's over, it's plain to see And this time we won't be starting over No crying on your shoulder
I got to get a message through I don't know where we're going I wrap my arms around your naked shoulders Take cover for the night I see you in the morning
Come back before you leave Come back before you leave Never looked back on a love affair I never spent minutes on history It made me sad, it made me
One, two, three Every shape of every word you say That breaks the silence of an ordinary day Every look that seems to mystify Every single smile that
I was raised the northern way And my father had a northern name I did my crying Out in the pouring rain And a season turned into another one I found
: I see you comb your hair and gimme that grin. It's making me spin now, spinnin' within. Before I melt like snow, I say Hello - How do you do!
: 1-2-3-4 walking like a man, hitting like a hammer, she's a juvenile scam. Never was a quitter, tasty like a raindrop, she's got the look. Heavenly
: Babe it's time to tell me that it's over, tell me that it's over, it's plain to see. And this time we won't be starting over, no crying on your
: You're sliding down a dream, o yea. Where nights are born in blue, that's the truth. You're swimming in a stream, o yea. Fish are jumping too, next
: Lay a whisper on my pillow, leave the winter on the ground. I wake up lonely, there's air of silence in the bedroom and all around Touch me now, I
: Growing up on Cinnamon Street. Everywhere you look there are lots of people to meet, it's seven o'clock, the breakfast treat. Now the schoolbus
: You build it up and tear it down, there's no reason to follow you. You left the song without a sound, you left the story I made for you. Softly
: I got to get a message through, I don't know where we're going. I wrap my arms around your naked shoulders, take cover for the night. I see you
: I hit the coast with the faith of a preacherman. I saw a ghost with a face like a madman. I had this dream I was sleeping at the Royal Ball. I hit
