Tekst :

To tell the truth it s really such a sad affair standing here waiting in the cold night air but i ve got to make this call cause my heart is breaking.
I hear the bips drop a coin in the slot has it been that long i thought you d forgotten me well i know that it s getting late but i just couldn t wait
Will i have the nerve to say i just wanna come back you shouldn t just go away i just wanna come back
I ve been struck by such a bad luck i need a place a little happiness and some love i think i can see it now now let me paint the picture
It s twelve o clock and the curtains are drawn they re counting sheep down in orchard road you re hanging on the telephone line tonight and i wish i could be in orchard road
Not much been happening here i think i ve got a job they re gonna call me next weekend i ll be working out of town but it sure beats hanging around
What s that? tomorrow at two you re kidding me -- no is it all right with you i don t know what to say it ll be like a holiday
When you say you re all alone makes me wanna come back and this house is not a home i just gotta go back
It s twelve ten when i put down the phone the moon s shining down on orchard road and i m feeling like a school boy again and tonighti ll see you in my dreams of orchard road
It s funny but i thought i d never go back i think sometimes i might loose track but i remember you and the things we do and i want it back.
In orchard road you ve got my heart i left it in your door way in orchard road a welcome back is waiting there just for me in orchard road the sun will shine again i know i know in orchard road you keep my love just waiting there for me
It s eight o clock and the dawn s arrived in orchard road it s breakfast time i climb in my car and i turn the key and i m gone i am coming home to orchard road
I m coming home

There s just so many things you never needed to say
like I m your other soul, but you can love them all
your tears are meaningless, they re written on your face
just like your empty words, just like the chemical
just like the disease that stains your lips...

Parle-moi de mon enfance, mon vieux ruisseau
Du temps où coulait ma chance au fil de ton eau

Parle-moi des doux délires de mes tendres années
Les bleuets qui les fleurirent sont-ils a jamais fanés

Parle-moi de ces dimanches où je venais te confier...

Through early morning fog I see
visions of the things to be
the pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see...

that suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that...

Another level baby
With another one I just like the way we...
Play that kissing game Something aboutthe way you...

I like your tongue The way you touch me
The way you touch me
The way you tease me
The way you freak...

Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
Ooh, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
Ooh, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
Ooh, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
Ooh

Sneaking me in and out
Everyday, any place
Giving it all, oh oh