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I’m falling head over heels, falling head over heels
I’m falling head over heels, head over heels
I’ve been head over heels since December
Head over heels through December to June
Head over heels for what passes for summer
What do you know about that?
I’ve been head over heels in Virginia
Head over heels way down in New Orleans
Head over heels in the heart of Kentucky
What do you know about that?
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On winter days, when the cold brings its own kind of curfew
On winter days, when the city’s quiet and the windows shimmer with TV lights
We’ll meet by the fire escape stairs
Wrapped in a dozen thin layers
On the rooftops together
We pick a spot where the red slates slope down to the drainpipes
We rest our feet on the chimney pots
Raise our glasses and toast to the view
As the traffic falls slowly away
The city lights blissfully fade
on the rooftops alone
We’ll sing as the sun sets
In hushed tones, in whispered two-part harmonies
Midnight comes, and the city’s sleeps quietly before us
Midnight comes, and the city falls into our hands
As the moonlight and street lights collide
Paints orange and grey across cumulus clouds
Midnight comes, and just for a second, you don’t need to tell me just
Hold my hands as the traffic lights pause across town
And the clocks stop, and the freight trains rest still in the sidings
As the city falls into our hands
I could run through the avenues
And you could do anything that you put your mind to
You’ll be some architect in the east end
You’ll be a singer in a West End musical that your parents have heard of
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The lift to the ticket hall
The same clothes as the night before
The Covent Garden troubadour sings someone else’s songs
The newsprint on my fingertips
The perfume mixed with cigarettes
The gradual sunset casts a spotlight fleetingly across the market stalls
And that was all that’s left of the summer
That was all that’s left of the summer
The Hammersmith and City Line
The stinging bliss each time I close my eyes
That was all that’s left of the summer
The soft touch of lips like silk
The pain, the joy, the rush, the guilt
The hidden charge, the camouflage, it’s a work of art
The tail lights on a minicab
The push and run, the snatch and grab
The late night stores, grey paper bags
The fading days, the endless sleepless nights
And that was all that’s left of the summer
That was all that’s left of the summer
Until the night we met, the cloudless skies
The sight of you each time I close my eyes
That was all that’s left of the summer
And that was all that’s left of the summer
That was all that’s left of the summer
The night we met, the cloudless skies
The sight of you each time I close my eyes
That was all that’s left of the summer
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On the bank of the Thames
As the clocks strike and the workers retire
On the Blackfriars pier
Where the steamboats leave for estuary towns
I’ll be alright just as long as I see you pass by
On the river, float by on the breeze
At the strike of the clocks
On the starboard side, with your hands on the rails
Holding tight as the paddlewheels spin
And the passengers cheer as the smoke starts to rise
I’ll be alright just as long as I see you pass by
On the river, float by on the breeze
Every trip spells a danger
As the steamboats collide and the tide starts to rise
Then you’ll drift into view
And my heart skips, I’ll sleep soundly tonight
I’ll be alright just as long as I
I’ll be alright just as long as I
I’ll be fine, just as long as I see you pass by
On the river, float by on the breeze
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Who looks the part in isolation?
I'm starting from scratch at every rendezvous
It's sometimes frustrating
Something in the silence told me
Something in the silence told me
A long stretch of shore with the estuary lapping at your feet
Is worth waking up for
The view from the post-war estate is enchanting me
Catching me off guard for your next move
Something in the silence told me
Something in the silence told me
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Save your cigarettes and sympathy
I don’t think you’re even listening
‘Cos I’ve been counting
I’ve been counting down to something, someone
Somewhere that is far away from cold city lanes
Save your sunny disposition dear
I don’t think you’re even listening
‘Cos I’ve been counting
I’ve been counting down to something, someone
Somewhere that is far away and
For the next century
If one more person say to me to
Get back, back to the city
Trust me, they’ll soon regret it
‘Cos I’ve been counting
I’ve been counting down to something, someone
Somewhere that is far away from you
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I was at the festivals in 2004
You first took my hand with the lantern and candles you bought from a stall
You took me through a distant field
And I’m falling by now
The music and cider, the light of the candles, the sparks
It was a star-filled night
As the sky lantern took flight
Sky lantern took flight
And I gazed into your eyes
As you watched the lantern rise
Later I was on a conference call
On the 30th floor
I watched the horizon outside through the blue tinted glass
I’d moved to the city
You stayed on the southern coast
We drifted apart through the cold winter nights and you’re lost
And across the city night
Sky lanterns took flight
Sky lanterns took flight
And I gazed into your eyes
As you watched the lanterns rise
You can paint outside the lines
You can stay out late and dance away the memories
You can fall in love a dozen times
And still the sky lanterns will rise (again, again, again)
I was in a motorcade
Driving single file
The traffic was stopped and the sirens and whistles rang out
Then I became an astronaught in 2008
I was running repairs on the satellites floating in space
It was a clear dark night
When sky lanterns took flight
Sky lanterns took flight
And I gazed into your eyes
As you watched the lanterns rise
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The chess and chequers gather dust on the mantelpiece
Just say you’ll come back to me when the summer’s over and the clocks go back
The singing echoes through the corridors and stairwells
Just say you’ll come back to me when the summer’s over and the clocks go back
On Halowe’en I’ll light the candles
On bonfire night I’ll light a firework
But there’s no winter love song with only one of us in love
And every late night singalong can find itself in someone else’s home
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You’ll stay ‘til the autumn leaves fall
Until the mercury hits forty
The bright skies fade, the pigments change in deciduous trees
Slipping through your fingertips and brushed from the streets
You’ll stay for the last bright sunset
Until you’re shivering outside
Watching orange wavelengths twist and bounce of the clouds
And tales of autumn always catch the sunsets but they never stay for what happens next
And tales of autumn just describe the golden leaves but they never skip to what happens next
You’ll stay for the Labour Day sales
For the speeches and the crowds
The fireworks and the street parades and then hit the road
And then hit the roads
And tales of autumn last until the clocks go back but they never stay for what happens next
And tales of autumn last until the darkness falls but never stay for what happens next
And I’d pin fallen leaves to the windswept trees
If you’d stay will me I’d bet you could find something to love
I’ll make all the clocks British Summer Time
If you’d stay will me I’d bet you could write a thousand tales from the autumn
That echo of love
Lost autumn tales
That stretch beyond the clocks going back
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With every ship that leaves the shore
With every love there comes the heartache
Crescendos then fades over time
Upon the lighthouse rocks he plays
Plays the same refrain of heartache
A sole trumpet drowned out by the waves
As he plays for the tide
Playing with tears in his eyes
Playing from dawn till night
Until she comes back for him
Through midwinter to midsummer days
Until she comes back for him
By the lighthouse he plays to call her home
With every wave that hits the rocks
With every seagull singing heartache
His lone trumpet gets lost in the mist
As he plays for the tide
Plays as the tourists stroll by
Plays as the trawlers set sail
Until she comes back for him
Through midwinter to midsummer days
Until she comes back for him
By the lighthouse he plays to call her home
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All songs (p) and (c) Sunny Intervals 2012. The copyright holder for these songs is Sunny Intervals.
released December 3, 2012
