Life In Technicolor
There's a wild wind blowing
Down the corner of my street
Every night there the headlights are glowing
As a cold war coming on the radio I heard
Baby, it's a violent world!
Oh, love, don't let me go!
Won't you take me where the streetlights glow?
I can hear it coming
I can hear the siren sound
Now my feet won't touch the ground.
Time came a-creeping
Oh, and time's a loaded gun
Every road is a ray of light
It goes oooooonnnnÂ…
Time only can lead you on
Still it's such a beautiful night
Oh, love, don't let me go!
Won't you take me where the streetlights glow?
I can hear it coming
Like a serenade of sound
Now my feet won't touch the ground.
Gravity, release me
And don't ever hold me down,
Now my feet won't touch the ground.
compositores da letra "Life In Technicolor": Christopher Anthony Martin, Guy Rupert Berryman, Jonathan Mark Buckland, William Champion
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