In the bookshop he mumbles a strange benediction
Stood in the section with the fantasy fiction
A skateboard, a hold-all and dragon eye vision
His white shirt was tattered and stained
Sunday morning bookshop in the rain
Alaska , the Balkans, the straits of Gibraltar
She scans the continents , her gaze doesn't falter
Stockholm is ice cold it's red hot in Malta
Perusing the cities of Spain
Sunday morning bookshop in the rain
Outside it's raining but isn't it always?
Downtown lovers are standing in doorways
The man with the magazine sweating out last nights cocaine
Sunday morning bookshop in the rain
Poetry readers read long lost romantics
Literature lovers get drunk on semantics
Sci fi horror show man gets pedantic
Adrift on an astral plane
Sunday morning bookshop in the rain
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In the bookshop he mumbles a strange benediction
Stood in the section with the fantasy fiction
A skateboard, a hold-all and dragon eye vision
His white shirt was tattered and stained
Sunday morning bookshop in the rain
Alaska , the Balkans, the straits of Gibraltar
She scans the continents , her gaze doesn't falter
Stockholm is ice cold it's red hot in Malta
Perusing the cities of Spain
Sunday morning bookshop in the rain
Outside it's raining but isn't it always?
Downtown lovers are standing in doorways
The man with the magazine sweating out last nights cocaine
Sunday morning bookshop in the rain
Poetry readers read long lost romantics
Literature lovers get drunk on semantics
Sci fi horror show man gets pedantic
Adrift on an astral plane
Sunday morning bookshop in the rain
Stood in the section with the fantasy fiction
A skateboard, a hold-all and dragon eye vision
His white shirt was tattered and stained
Sunday morning bookshop in the rain
Alaska , the Balkans, the straits of Gibraltar
She scans the continents , her gaze doesn't falter
Stockholm is ice cold it's red hot in Malta
Perusing the cities of Spain
Sunday morning bookshop in the rain
Outside it's raining but isn't it always?
Downtown lovers are standing in doorways
The man with the magazine sweating out last nights cocaine
Sunday morning bookshop in the rain
Poetry readers read long lost romantics
Literature lovers get drunk on semantics
Sci fi horror show man gets pedantic
Adrift on an astral plane
Sunday morning bookshop in the rain
Writer: Rick Baines
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid