Bogota Songtext
von Easy Lizzy

Flew into Bogotá
Tuesday afternoon
Somebody′s cousin
Had a table for two
The fan was spinning slow
The shutters halfway down
You don't ask questions
In that part of town

She said baby
This one′s from the mountain
Pure as a prayer
Cold as a fountain


White mountains calling
Everybody falling
Easy like a Sunday
But it costs you Monday
White mountains calling
High above it all
What goes up that pretty
Always has to fall

Brass band in the courtyard
Somebody got paid
The general's laughing
The accountant's afraid
Rolled it on a mirror
1979
Some things you remember
Some things just rewind

She said baby
Don′t let it own you
Mountains are beautiful
Until they drown you


White mountains calling
Everybody falling
Easy like a Sunday
But it costs you Monday
White mountains calling
High above it all
What goes up that pretty
Always has to fall

Nobody talks
Everybody knows
The river runs white
Where the cold wind blows
You tip the waiter
You don′t tip the scale
Heaven smells beautiful
Right before it fails

Back on the plane now
Shoes a little light
Left something behind there
In the Bogotá night
The fan still spinning
The shutters still down
Easy come easy go
In that part of town

Easy Now
Stay Calm
Birds are Chirping
They ain't real