Broken Bicycles
Broken bicycles, old busted chains
With rusted handle bars, out in the rain
Somebody must have an orphanage for
All these things that nobody wants any more
September's reminding July
It's time to be saying goodbye
Summer is gone, but our love will remain
Like old broken bicycles out in the rain
Broken bicycles, don't tell my folks
There's all those playing cards pinned to the spokes
Laid down like skeletons out on the lawn
The wheels won't turn when the other has gone
The seasons can turn on a dime
Somehow I forget every time
For all the things that you've given me will always stay
Broken, but I'll never throw them away
(Lyrics: Tom Waits, best Version by Agnes Bernelle)
(Hatte heute unabsichtlich einen kleinen Vergangenheitstag und fühle michetwas ziemlich etwas ein wenig verloren. Was man mal war, wer man nun ist, Sie wissen schon.)
With rusted handle bars, out in the rain
Somebody must have an orphanage for
All these things that nobody wants any more
September's reminding July
It's time to be saying goodbye
Summer is gone, but our love will remain
Like old broken bicycles out in the rain
Broken bicycles, don't tell my folks
There's all those playing cards pinned to the spokes
Laid down like skeletons out on the lawn
The wheels won't turn when the other has gone
The seasons can turn on a dime
Somehow I forget every time
For all the things that you've given me will always stay
Broken, but I'll never throw them away
(Lyrics: Tom Waits, best Version by Agnes Bernelle)
(Hatte heute unabsichtlich einen kleinen Vergangenheitstag und fühle mich
luckystrike - 2009/12/13 21:02
