Skippers Bodega Songtext
von The Remotes

From a drop into rain
From a match into flame
From a crease into a fold
From a stone into gold
From a thread into rope
From nothing into hope


From a look into a stare
When I first saw you there
From a secret into told
From timid into bold
From no one into name
From separate into same

From beckon into lead
From the cold into bed
From clothed into bare
When I first met you there