Frisbee Songtext
von The Lucksmiths
Frisbee Songtext
Today the sun is shining and I feel a million dollars
And I don′t need reminding that I own eleven cents
The winter of my discount tent when we first met each other
Became the summer of the seventeenth dole payment
And we became best friends
I can see through open doors
There's someone sitting on the staircase
This house used to be yours
You used to turn it upside down
Now it′s the right way up
And the grass is cut
But it'll never quite be their place
I haven't seen you for a while
You should come round
You should come round
If you′re not too busy
Come round
And we′ll throw the frisbee
Come round
Tell me that you miss me
Are you sure you thought through
The things we said that Thursday?
You were on and off my doorstep
But you're often on my mind
And I′ve still got the alarm clock
That you bought me for my birthday
And I wake up at nine
There's no present like the time
Come round
If you′re not too busy
Come round
And we'll throw the frisbee
Come round
Tell me that you miss me
With love from me to you
And back again I haven′t got a clue
What's happening I'm loving though with you
I′m happy if that′s good enough for me
And I don′t need reminding that I own eleven cents
The winter of my discount tent when we first met each other
Became the summer of the seventeenth dole payment
And we became best friends
I can see through open doors
There's someone sitting on the staircase
This house used to be yours
You used to turn it upside down
Now it′s the right way up
And the grass is cut
But it'll never quite be their place
I haven't seen you for a while
You should come round
You should come round
If you′re not too busy
Come round
And we′ll throw the frisbee
Come round
Tell me that you miss me
Are you sure you thought through
The things we said that Thursday?
You were on and off my doorstep
But you're often on my mind
And I′ve still got the alarm clock
That you bought me for my birthday
And I wake up at nine
There's no present like the time
Come round
If you′re not too busy
Come round
And we'll throw the frisbee
Come round
Tell me that you miss me
With love from me to you
And back again I haven′t got a clue
What's happening I'm loving though with you
I′m happy if that′s good enough for me
Writer(s): Mark Alfred Monnone, Martin Robert Donald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

