Oversettelse: Throsby, Holly. Vi er gode mennesker, men hvorfor kan ikke vi vise det?.
Your old door's closed To your room, to your house, to your home And a new body keeps you warm I know what I said I'd feel But I don't
I get home after one and the dog looks drunk He should walk it off with that little strut he does Yes, I dug up the dirt and heard from little birds
Oh, can?t you tell That I worry very well? Oh old friend, how I fret Things you wouldn?t want to wrestle The hills below sloping Down to the beach
It?s cold out but I don?t mind it I?m making a fire Out of what I might find here The old and the dying We don?t want them coming in No! Their
If only you?d stay In the water To wade It?s only a rake In the garden I made It?s only a rake A dead dirty spade It?s enough to win me Or dig
Stay while all the ships go Sailing on out to sea Stay for our lonesome window That nobody else sees through Aglow by the stove in the morning Our
On we go Skin and bone Underneath our winter coats Unlike them, many men I don?t care we?re going nowhere Oh swing on, swing on Let?s not go home
Look for a sign in a window An ad in the paper, a job waiting tables Tie on an apron for change in my pocket Spend at the shops and study the docket
Driving at night Pedal down in the dark Rabbits they run out Look at them go so fast! Some of them old And some of them young like us Be careful
He usually brings the car around and parks it outside our house And he talks to me of loneliness and the feeling's all 'round So he takes out all these
All these times behind us they go on by so fast We like this fine old house around us Look at how it lasts, just like us it lasts So I hold on to you
She won't find out and he wouldn't know And I'm not jealous, no not at all On the landing The chairs on the lawn Out the windows and through the doors
I want you to come Across the coast and the sea between us Sills filled with sun And engines are on I have been gone Back at home where it?s covered
Night's gone and morning's come We're rolling over, waking up And I swing, swing these days along Counting moments, missing home We follow love We think
This is all my fault I have many things done wrong I?ve been longing for a dove Or an olive in a cup I?m so sorry Sorry love I want us to make
Old lover, you miss me Over the ocean, I hope this finds you well Warm sun on my back The earth on its axis The violence when we met We're good people
If I wait any longer the world could've ended And the moon it takes hours to come around Me and my watch, we're getting connected We play at who can
