Bunker Hill Songtext
von Michael Penn
Bunker Hill Songtext
Always thought it was a game with us
Moving till enough′s enough
Into a picture perfect view
I'd like to rip it up with you
Why would anybody leave this place?
It′s overdrawn and won't erase
And if you're feeling incomplete
The line is stretching up the street
So take a look
You might stay until
You have counted every light from Bunker Hill
Take a coat, you′re gonna freeze
My baby sees
Every sentence with an underline
Never uses turpentine
Put out a fleece or fly a kite
Sirens going off tonight
Lay your head down, do you call this chance?
We found the exit in this entrance
Now′s the time, it is still
I'm sorry that I kept you waiting here until
Hey Lawanda, do you want a thrill?
We could watch the light shine up from Bunker Hill
And if it puts your heart at ease
My baby, please try
You can′t hide
Impossible you're lit from the inside
And all I′ve gotta do is keep my eyes up off the ground
To see you move around
The only points of light are fires on Vermont
Somebody must suspect that all we really want
Is a tranquilizer gun to fill
It's a free for all on Bunker Hill
And everybody wets their knees
On the trapeze
Moving till enough′s enough
Into a picture perfect view
I'd like to rip it up with you
Why would anybody leave this place?
It′s overdrawn and won't erase
And if you're feeling incomplete
The line is stretching up the street
So take a look
You might stay until
You have counted every light from Bunker Hill
Take a coat, you′re gonna freeze
My baby sees
Every sentence with an underline
Never uses turpentine
Put out a fleece or fly a kite
Sirens going off tonight
Lay your head down, do you call this chance?
We found the exit in this entrance
Now′s the time, it is still
I'm sorry that I kept you waiting here until
Hey Lawanda, do you want a thrill?
We could watch the light shine up from Bunker Hill
And if it puts your heart at ease
My baby, please try
You can′t hide
Impossible you're lit from the inside
And all I′ve gotta do is keep my eyes up off the ground
To see you move around
The only points of light are fires on Vermont
Somebody must suspect that all we really want
Is a tranquilizer gun to fill
It's a free for all on Bunker Hill
And everybody wets their knees
On the trapeze
Writer(s): Michael Daniel Penn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

