(Gold-Bloss) (Instrumental)
Oversættelse: Alphaville. Sidste sommer på Jorden.
(Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Bloss) He's sitting in the lobby of an african hotel A gun in his pocket, he's waiting for himself And this girl at the bar
dancing on the roof of your mind In a golden glow... Go west, dreamcar, gas-mask, superstar War crime, sun sail, big time, blue whale Greatest love on
gentle, sentimental All styles served here, Louis seize he prefers Laissez-faire le Strand Tired of the tango, fed up with Fandango Dance on moonbeams, slide on
Without you Yet I have found you're from a different world It must be Venus cause love's such a prime time With you, girl Don't you understand We ride on
Better put on my gold-feathered cloak And walk out into the cold And since I was a kid I shone so much from inside out Like San Sebastian on prime time
s late and I want to sleep But I just can't make it to my bed I've got a brand-new song on my screen It's called Miracle Healing I read it on a sign somewhere
(Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Bloss) You gave me strength You pushed the blades away from me Oh how we dreamt to change the world And we would never give
you know When you're right or wrong? How do you know If you hurt or if you don't? So many people say so many things But nobody agrees on anything There
For some strange kind of fun And how we smiled as if we'd understood the writings on the walls And cooked our spice on silver spoons And if we wouldn'
parallel girlz, they're in my head And in my bed The ones I met i can't forget A stupid try on cloud 9 So I beat on against the current Borne back ceaselessly
kiss your sweet, sweet lips To share your blissfulness It made me feel like floating on a cloud I'm talking to you soon There's so much left to say On
(Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Bloss) I haven't been very good For some time but now I listen to the music once again To bowie and the petshop boys Getting
