L's Song Songtext
von David Gray

I love your nervous fingers won′t you fumble night long
Let the morning air sting us to rise and stumble on
Down the crooked pavements the wind rolls my thoughts like a leaf
The brittle bell chimes and fortune smiles with its broken teeth

In the many rivered land
Grateful for the rain
I'd be grateful for one more sun
Of your loving again


Summer restless summer won′t let sleeping dogs lie
Your barbed voice reawakens time gone by
Howl's face, flying boat, parched land, dry stove
Thunder's muttered promise
Impatient gull on the scented wind
Your grey eyes startle and rage nearly upon us

In the many rivered land
Grateful for the rain
I′d be grateful for one more sun
Of your loving again

In the many rivered land
Grateful for the rain
I′d be grateful for one more sun
I'd be grateful for one more sun
I′d be grateful for one more sun
Of your loving again