Ben Howard - Cloud Nine | Текст песни

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• Cloud Nine

Shadows on the water,
From a memory that turns inside,
From the last time i saw you happier,
Than i've seen you in a long time.

And all these faces, Oh how they adore you
With every blessing, every strength of a storm.
And it seems to me it all worked out so different
Funny how distance and time they don't change at all.

So may your worries, may your worries
Never fall to loud.
And may you stay here, may you stay here
Happy in your own skin,
On the ninth cloud.

Cold to every warning,
Oh these ships that passed through, years before
And bolder now, than a brand new morning,
With the sun on your face, the bruise and the breaks of these careless arms.

So hold your body, hold your body
Strong in these winds that blind
And may you stay here, may we sit together when we're grey and old,
On cloud nine.

This life will move you with every step outside,
It's alright, it's alright
my arms are open wide for you
This life will move you as graceful as the tide
It's alright, it's alright
Loosen the fears that fears that bind you.

London..

Oh, how i wish i could drag you down here,
Pull these feet far from the ground
Because this, this city ain't no friend of mine
Ain't no friend.

All i can do
When the tracks stop at the final destination
Is just push on through,
The weariness and silences of such a crowded situation here.

All i can do
When every brick, every bar, every elegance i see, i see her face,
Is just push on, just push on through,
These embers of memories that float from the fire, from the fire of this place.

So don't give up on me now,
Oh these legs that'll walk me home.

Because it's only concrete and cars,
It's only sirens and missing stars,
It's only whiskey and disregard
In the smallest hours here, when i feel alone.

All i can do
when these lights, they haunt me like orchids in a graveyard,
Is just just push on, just push on through
These faces of dust and stone,
The dirt and bone of loss.

So don't give up on me now,
Oh these legs that'll walk me home.

Because it's only concrete and cars,
It's only sirens and missing stars,
It's only whiskey and disregard
In the smallest hours here, when i feel alone.

..and i hope, Paris is as beautiful as i've been told
and that everything you do is galvanised in gold.

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