sensual world You don't need words, just one kiss, then another Stepping out of the page into the sensual world Stepping out off the page into the sensual world
As the people here grow colder, I turn to my computer And spend my evenings with it like a friend I was loading a new programme I had ordered from a magazine
I look at you and see My life that might have been Your face just ghostly in the smoke They're setting fire to the cornfields As you're taking me home
You see, I'm all grown up now He said "Just put your feet down, child 'Cause you're all grown up now" Just like a photograph I pick you up Just like
It lay buried here, it lay deep inside me It's so deep I don't think that I can speak about it It could take me all of my life But it would only take
See how the child reaches out instinctively To feel how fire will feel See how the man reaches out instinctively For what he cannot have The pull and
Pray God you can cope I stand outside this woman's work This woman's world Ooh, it's hard on the man Now his part is over Now starts the craft of the
Can't move my arms Can't move my legs Can't say, "No" And I can't say, "Yes" I can't help myself I need your help We go, oh, oh, what do we do Now we
With her hand in his hand They were both happy again You started taking sides They started arguing He said it was her fault She said it wasn't at all
Walk straight down the middle Can't move my arms, Can't move my legs. Can't say no, I can't say yes. Can't help myself. I need your help. (We
sensual world You don't need words--just one kiss, then another. Stepping out of the page into the sensual world Stepping out, off the page, into the sensual
Oversættelse: Kate Bush. The Sensual World.
With her hand in his hand, They were both happy again. You started taking sides. They started arguing. He said it was her fault. She said it wasn
As the people here grow colder I turn to my computer And spend my evenings with it Like a friend. I was loading a new programme I had ordered from
You talked me into the game of chance. It was '39, before the music started, When you walked up to me and you said, "Hey, heads we dance." Well,
It lay buried here. It lay deep inside me. It's so deep I don't think that I can speak about it. It could take me all of my life, But it would only
I look at you and see My life that might have been: Your face just ghostly in the smoke. They're setting fire to the cornfields As you're taking