Life in Technicolor ii

There's a wild wind blowing

Down the corner of my street

Every night there the headlights are glowing

 

There's 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 o-o-o-on

Time'll leak and lead you on

Still it's such a beautiful night

 

Oh 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

Writer(s): Christopher Anthony John Martin, Jon Hopkins, Guy Rupert Berryman, William Champion, Jonathan Mark Buckland Copyright: Just Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Mgb Ltd.

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