Everything But The Girl - Idlewild (2001) by Everything But The Girl (보컬) on maniadb.com

I can tell by your eyes
that you've probably
been crying forever

and the stars in the sky
don't mean nothing to you
they're a mirror

I don't wanna talk about it
how you broke my heart
if I stay here just a
little bit longer
if I stay here won't you listen
to my heart oh my heart
if I stand all alone
will the shadows hide the
colors of my heart
blue for the tears
black for the night's fears
the stars in the sky
don't mean nothing to you
they're a mirror

I don't wanna talk about it
how you broke my heart
if I stay here just a
little bit longer
if I stay here won't you listen
to my heart oh my heart

I don't wanna talk about it
how you broke this all heart
if I stay here just a
little bit longer
if I stay here won't you listen
to my heart oh my heart
My heart all my heart

My three guardian angels say
Each time you smile that way
Dangers lies that way
No-one will believe me
For that sort of thing's beneath me
But I keep repeating three words
It won't last, it won't last
I've been here before it will pass
Don't say I'm mercenary
That's unnecessary
That's not the way love is
Love is here where I live
Love is here here where I live
Desire is a child that clings
And I know the trouble it brings
I remind myself each minute
My home is here and my love is in it
But that's not the way love is
Love is here where I live
Love is here where I live
So I keep repeating three words
It won't last, it won't last
I've been here before it does pass
Reason is unkind
But still I'll know next time
That's not the way love is
Love is here where I live
Love is here where I live
That's not the way love is
Love is here where I live
Love is here where I live
That's not the way love is
Love is here where I live
That's not the way love is
Love is here where I live
That's not the way love is
Love is here where I live

You're only two and the whole wild world revolves around you,
and nothing happened yet that you might ever wish to forget.
It doesn't stay that way, if I could I'd make stay that way.
And this you will recall in after years,
though you may weary of this vale of tears -
these days remember, always remember.

You're only two and I've no wish to worry you,
so pay no mind to those who say the world is unkind -
that's just something they've read,
and if I could I'd strike them dead.
And this you will recall in after years,
though you may weary of this vale of tears -
these days remember, always remember.

And honey there's no rush,
the world will wait for you to grow up.
And this you will recall in after years,
though you may weary of this vale of tears -
these days remember, always remember.

I hope you never change,
I'll call you Jimmy, they call you James;
don't ever change,
I'll call you Jimmy, they call you James.

I know you're down again and you see nothing but rain. You put your friends
through hell and that's why we get along so well. You see, I always was your
girl, it always will be you and me against the world.
We know the years can give romance to the street where we once lived. You
wondered why no one called - between you and me, we scared them all. You see, I
always was your girl, it always has been you and me against the world.
Maybe we're wrong and the world is right but don't tell me that tonight.
Self-assured and abusing guests, that's the way I like you best. You see, I
always was your girl, it always will be you and me against the world.

When I was ten I thought my brother was God - he'd lie in bed and turn out the
light with a fishing rod. I learned the names of all his football team, aid I
still remembered them when I was nineteen.
Strange the things deal that I remember still - shouts from the playground when
I was home and ill. My sister taught me all that she learned there; when we
grow up, we said, we'd share a flat somewhere.
When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street.
Where I grow up there were no factories. there was a school and shops and some
fields and trees, and rows of houses one by one appeared. I was born in one and
lived there for eighteen years.
Then when I was nineteen. I thought the Humber would be the gateway from my
little world into the real world. But there is no real world - we live side by
side, and sometimes collide. .
When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street. It was a little world; I grew
up in a little world.

The highlands and the lowlands
Are the roots my father knows
The holidays at Oban
And the towns around Montrose
But even as he sleeps
They're loading bombs into the hills
And the waters in the lochs
Can run deep but never still

I've thought of having children
But I've gone and changed my mind
It's hard enough to watch the news
Let alone explain it to a child
To cast your eye 'cross nature
Over fields of rape and corn
And tell him without flinching
Not to fear where he's been born

Then someone sat me down last night
And I heard Caruso sing
He's almost as good as Presley
And if I only do one thing
I'll sing songs to my father
I'll sing songs to my child
It's time to hold your loved ones
While the chains are loosed and the world
Runs wild

And even as we speak
They're loading bombs onto a white train
How can we afford to ever sleep
So sound again

Slowly runs the lazy river
And in it I pitched all my dreams
And all the things I ever wanted
And watched them heading slowly downstream
For I have learned that such things fade
Like photographs and family holidays
And every Monday is Goodbye Sunday

I guess you'd like me to throw away
That box of diaries and old letters
For they do nothing
But feed my memory
But really you should know me better
For I am too fond of the past
But I think I am learning at last
That every Monday is Goodbye Sunday

Yes it's true that I cling to things
That I should leave behind
As if those were the goldens days
Well, I just hope that you really don't mind

Slowly runs the lazy river
Every Monday is Goodbye Sunday etc etc

Let me tell you about this torch I carry
It's not much of a career
And it won't make my fortune I fear
But it stays alight and won't be buried
It's brighter year-by-year
And someday it will surely disappear

When it does I'll know I've laid to rest
The ghost of your unhappiness
That flits around from room to room
A widow on a honeymoon
A shadow on a harvest moon

So put away this torch you carry
For it's doing you no good
And surely you know by now that you should
And come the day you die or marry
Will you be understood
When you say that you wanted but never could

Turn your back and lay to rest
The ghost of your unhappiness
That flits around from room to room
A widow on a honey moon
A shadow on a harvest moon

I write these words to make them true,
"I've drowned my torch and so should you."

I have a friend and she comes from the high plains
Wise as the hills and fresh as the rains
I have a friend and she taught me daring
Threw back the windows and let the air in

For all she knows
Bless my blue moon rose

I have a friend and we talk about books
She comes around and she drinks while I cook
Took me an atlas to find her town
And to realise that the world was round

For all she knows
Bless my blue moon rose

Don't be unkind, for once be untrue -
can't pretend I care for her, only you
Just be on time, spare me your shame,
for once don't mention her name.
Now I cannot claim angel's wings,
but mention her name and I'll wreck everything

I saw things not meant for my eyes,
I was happy once and then twice.
I said things I shouldn't have said.
I told tales of days in your bed.
In love and war there's nothing sacred.

Just don't pretend, wherever you go,
there are things that only I know -
because I'm sure, when she's there,
that you tell a few of the secrets of yours
that I had kept for you.

I saw things not meant for my eyes,
I was happy once and then twice.
I said things I shouldn't have said.
I told tales of days in your bed.
In love and war there's nothing sacred.

So here we are in Italy
With a sun hat and a dictionary.
The air is warm, the sky is bright,
Your arms are brown you're sleeping well at night.
So why does England call?
The hedgerows and the townhalls.
After all, there'll soon be nothing left at all.

If we were born outside of place and time,
To make our choice, well this would be mine.
To live and die under a sun that shines.
But something pulls, something I can't define
Tells me England calls, whatever she's done wrong.
Always calls, "This is where you belong."
And I'm lonesome for a place I know.

Oh but Florence you tempt me (here) to stay,
Amidst your hills to while my years away.
But your roots in soil lie, mine in paving stone.
And I hate what it's become, but in my bones
I'm lonesome for a place I know.
Why does England call?

Apron strings hanging so empty,
crazy things my body tells me, I want
someone to tie to my apron strings.

Apron strings waiting for you,
pretty things that I could call you,
I want someone to tie to my lonely apron strings.

Your baby looks just like you when you were young,
and he looks at me with eyes that shine and I wish that he were mine,
then I go home to my apron strings, cold and lonely,
for time brings thoughts that only will be quiet
when someone clings to my apron strings.

And I'll be perfect in my own way when you cry I will be there,
I'll sing to you and comb your hair,
all your troubles I will share.

For apron strings can be used for other things
than what they're meant for,
and you'd be happy wrapped in my apron strings,
you'd be happy wrapped in my apron strings.