Pianos And Clocks Lyrics
Words and music by Roddy FrameWell, hello there, sweet to see you,Like your colour, how you doin'?I've been battered and bewilderedIn the beauty of your ruinsFlash, flash and I am blindedBy the fact that you've been bornFeels like fiction life goes onBrown eyes are goneSilence is a virtueI was taught so I agreedConversation half forgottenIs the hole I hold in meAnd all our language and expressionIs decimated by decreeThe sound of song dies in the dawnBrown eyes are goneDescended slowly on theSteps of the cathedralWhere I kissed you,Remembered candles lit with meaningI imposed but that escaped youWith your brown eyesAnd your blue jeansI heard the chiming of the clocksKick out the shiftingShuffling rhythm of your docsHit the road with my compadreSaw the city incompleteWe were tossed and torn and tumbledIn your famous foreign streetsI felt so fearless and forgottenNo-one numbered nothing neatThe son has shone, we still belong,Brown eyes are goneSo farewell then senoritaPianos played and set the toneI was singing like a servantTo the tune of telephonesI wish you freedom and forgivenessAnd a time that is your ownBlue is the colour, mine's the momentBrown eyes are gone
Aztec Camera Pianos And Clocks
