Ron Sexsmith - Beautiful view

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If I had all this time on my hands
Well I would love to share it with you
And though our days have made other plans
There is nothing I d rather do
Than sit and talk with you
My beautiful view

The squinting of her eyes when she smiles
The glinting of sun in her hair
She wets her lips and takes a sip of
Her tea as I try not to stare
And though I try not to
It s such beautiful view

Oh my heart
What s all the commotion about?
For so long
I guess you ve been going without...

With all these numbers staring me down
And all this stormy weather
So grey
So many grim reminders
Of how much I have lost along the way
But you remind me, it s true
Of a beautiful view

Well there is nothing I d rather do
Than sit and talk with you
My beautiful view

All I wanna do
Is take a walk
Girl, with you my beautiful view

Inne utwory

  • In place of you
  • Up the road
  • Thinly veiled disguise
  • Best friends
  • Dragonfly on bay street
  • These days
  • Not too big
  • First chance i get
  • At different times
  • Galbraith street
  • Doomed
  • Parable
  • Former glory
  • So young

    • Losowe utwory

    Run with me

    Talk to me, that s the only way I can find out what s going on
    Finally, we can be ourselves we don t have to be alone

    I m giving you the liberty
    To make me feel good
    I can make you feel good...

    Church of desire

    Woke up in a cold sweat
    In the middle of the night
    Seems like a lifetime
    When you re wondering who s wrong or right
    One confession would resurrect the truth
    Revenge or forgiveness for sins between me and you

    CHORUS 1

    Power of the media

    (No resistance)

    Flying through the airwaves
    Living through the printed word
    Flasher in the living room
    Guru of the seen and heard
    Who decides what we get to hear
    Fuzzy round the edges or making it clear
    Blinding us with those facts...

    Sex, death and money

    (Sex,death,sex,death,sex,death)
    When I Go to the Show
    All I See On the Screen Is a Stream of Pure Vulgarity
    I Wrote Down a Note
    I Complained For a Day to the House of Represtantives
    They Laughed in My Face
    They Said Son ’’you’re One in a Million Minority’’
    The Name of the Game
    Is to Titillate to the...

    Hort euch den hier an

    S.M.U.D.O. von den Fantastischen Vieren
    manchmal sprech ich es am stück und manchmal muss ichs buchstabieren
    manchmal philosophieren manchmal dinge proklamieren
    manchmal muss mein Dee Jot Hausmarke das plattenkratzen demonstrieren
    tust du zuviel an meinem text interpretieren
    kanns passiern dass es dir schwer fällt dich...