Originally by Lucio Battisti Night is falling I think of you I'm walking home I think of you And as he calls me, yes I do I think of you How you doing
All God's children need travelling shoes Drive your problems from here All good people read good books Now your conscience is clear I hear you talk girl
As always I stop to speak Some girls like to say their piece As always I turn to you Don't understand what you're doing And Light up this town Grow
I saw you from the cathdral You were watching me And I saw from the cathedral What I should be So take my lies And take my time 'Cos all the others
I'm not there If ever I was there I'm sure I was never so bold If ever I spoke so - I'm sure it's trouble Not my trouble I'm not so sure if I control
You've a beautiful body and a wonderful mind These are things I've been stumbling towards And I think you've been kind towards me There are wonderful
Oh, you can't say nothing to the pouring rain And you can't say nothing till there's hope Again - (Say) - oh my baby - you must never change For we're
world cry You can't tell me I rid my secret You can't own me You make the whole world cry Young thing downing And it maybe hurting And it maybe the best
What didn't know back then Was that I might be crying It is such a simple sentiment To steal the show And what I didn't know back then Is that I might
You give More than me And you live like Men and women In the shade More than me Yes, you hide like Men and women Men and women Jealous, born And young
I'd never call this an unpleasant situation I'd never teach you how to lie But sometimes I have been walking numb And I must catch myself before I cry
And I Go dancing for a little Have never felt so little Fear the stars in their eyes You feel them lie So close You never dare to breathe You never dare
Criss-cross laces You have the centre You have the cinnamon In the centre You shouldn't be alone You should just pick up yourself And shine yourself
Love don't need no tyranny Love to bring you down When I'm older and forgiven All forgiveness - must be living Love don't need no tyranny Want to bring
There's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside There's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside And though the rain
Everyone has said that I might go 'Cos my red suitcase and my ray-bans Weren't quite so I'd bear the heavy wind and rain that falls I'll never come back