Lyrics:
talking,
Under slate grey Victorian sky
Here you'll find, my heart and I,
And still we say come back,
Come back to Camden
And I'll be good, I'll be
thoughts and I
And here is the very last plea from my heart
My heart
For evermore
Where taxi drivers never stop talking
Under slate grey Victorian
You show me the sun
La la la la la
I'm scared to feel this much
I know I'm flirting with luck
My fears are slate grey
Why do I try to out run the rain?
talking,
Under slate grey Victorian sky
Here you'll find, my heart and I,
And still we say come back,
Come back to Camden
And I'll be good, I'll be
My dream was this:
Across the sky
A slate-gray cloud
That filled the eye
A slate-gray cloud
Comes through the dust,
Locust
Don't' be afraid
and keep his slate gray clout?
A rock and a hard place
A lock on a cracked safe
The vision is drenched in colour
Reality's walls and walls and walls
Strawbs - The Plain
The plain stretched out before me as far as the slate grey sky
I told her I was leaving with the migrant birds to fly
I said she
Through the lens of slate grey skies
A side-burned orange flared child cries
Got to get away
Get away
Got to find a way
Find a way
Got to face away
holes.
We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow,
Searched for the last pigeon, slate gray I've been told.
Stumbled on a daffodil
out into the cold
Collar high under the slate gray sky
The air was smoking and the streets were dry
And I wasn't joking when I said good bye
Reflected in the rain-skimmed slate grey, battleship grey, hardship grey
[Blue grey]
And further South, and homeless
Here I am
Globally altered
out into the cold
Collar high under the slate gray sky
The air was smoking and the streets were dry
And I wasn't joking when I said good bye
Against the slate-gray sky
One brown one blue eye
And there's this beautiful crack in the pavement
Where the grass grows tall
And the wind caresses my face
In a corner of eternity
El amor es así
In an instant of serenity
A ninth love of light slate gray
A tenth love of misty rose
Eleventh love
Aye, look at my queen, that’s bae
I do whatever she say
Tight lil skirt that’s slate gray
I came thru like mayday
Every single day is pay day
While we
No
I'm built for this homie you basic
Smoking hella dabs in a slate grey fusion
S Dub bitch it's a everyday movement
The best in my lane what I gotta
from the exact position I'm currently in
I glance outside and the sky is a slate gray
It's not particularly unpleasant
But it's not quite motivating
A wink to the lads and a toast to the lassies
A night at 'Her Majesty's Pleasure' to round it all off
The blue and the white on a sky of slate grey
Towns alight and the streets alive
The smell of fumes stain the air tonight
The taste of the Trent and slate grey sky
As the sore heads of today
love gray, like I love a good slate gray or a slate blue
My favorite color is black
My favorite color, or one of my favorite colors, is red
My favorite
the slate-grey boredom
Of another Bangor dawn
And it seems to me I had a dream
In waking from a dream
But the thought slips through my fingers
As I pass the egg
use for tv
Riding lonely through the cold
(Past) burned out factories, empty roads
The slate gray sky of one piece with the Kill
Even through
A freight train wind called their names
Nature’d gone insane
A spark bloomed that slate gray day
But you can’t outrun the rain
Leaden slate gray clouds stack up over the the horizon line
A thin chalk like line of white smoke
Rises from the long black Tiparillo shaped chimney
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