sexta-feira, 30 de maio de 2008

kiss me



kiss me, out of the bearded barley

nightly, beside the green, green grass

swing, swing, swing the spinning step

you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress


oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

lead me out on the moonlit floor

lift your open hand

strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me


kiss me down by the broken tree house

swing me upon its hanging tire

bring, bring, bring your flowered hat

we’ll take the trail marked on your father’s map


oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

lead me out on the moonlit floor

lift your open hand

strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me


kiss me, beneath the milky twilight

lead me out on the moonlit floor

lift your open hand

strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

silver moon’s sparkling, so kiss me


so kiss me

so kiss me

so kiss me


Sixpence None the Richer, 1999






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