A bed in the sky would make me
higher up than sleeping under this bush
If I had a magic broom, I'd rev it up
and out in space I would whoosh
I'd ask you to be with me there to
do anything you would like to do...
I like singing spaces not bricks
Intervals and all the notes in between
I like making big mistakes -
knickerless girls being understood but not seen
But I've got a nasty cold today (sniff)
I've run out of words to say 'arbitrary' (arbitrary)
Hatfield and The North - Bossa Nochance Lyrics
Hatfield and The North - Bossa Nochance Lyrics
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A bed in the sky would make me
higher up than sleeping under this bush
If I had a magic broom, I'd rev it up
and out in space I would whoosh
I'd ask you to be with me there to
do anything you would like to do...
I like singing spaces not bricks
Intervals and all the notes in between
I like making big mistakes -
knickerless girls being understood but not seen
But I've got a nasty cold today (sniff)
I've run out of words to say 'arbitrary' (arbitrary)
higher up than sleeping under this bush
If I had a magic broom, I'd rev it up
and out in space I would whoosh
I'd ask you to be with me there to
do anything you would like to do...
I like singing spaces not bricks
Intervals and all the notes in between
I like making big mistakes -
knickerless girls being understood but not seen
But I've got a nasty cold today (sniff)
I've run out of words to say 'arbitrary' (arbitrary)
Writer: SINCLAIR
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management