Crowded House - Transit Lounge | Текст песни

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• Crowded House
• Transit Lounge

Talk to her, thats right
It could mean more than you think
Talk to her, thats right
And you dont have to lose a thing

Leave the boots and saddle outside
You could make her happy again
Laugh about a time
She threw the dinner at you

And in the coconut grove
You cant imagine the scene
When another bus unloads
Were still waiting to leave

Talk to her, thats nice
Or you could make a murder begin
Breathe on her, thats right
Once more you will be her friend

Shes the only one you know
Where you're from and where youve been
With what remains unsaid
Can leave you hanging in between

Spent a lot of time in the transit lounge
And I wasnt sure where I was going now
The things that I read on yesterdays news
Not a hundred percent sure what to do with my shoes

Lying on the floor of the transit lounge
Therell be no announcements made
Better make sure you dont sleep too sound
Therell be no announcements made
Therell be no announcements made

And you can dream about the things
You meant to do before you die
Pick him out, this one
Hell wait here for his moment to shine

All the stupid things I said
Will haunt you, will linger, I guess

And in the coconut grove
You cant imagine the scene
Another bus unloads
Were still waiting to leave

The camera flash goes off
See the tallest man alive
And Thai massage his feet
Before his long plane ride

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