Lyrics

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Cooler days in hottest London town
We're still melting
From no-one else around
To choking on the slightest spoken word
Still cutting roses in a slightly battered world
Throw them down a well or stay with me?

Tell me what to say and I'll be with you
Tomorrows they fade away
Still I'll be with you

You're cooler shades of oceanic blue
But black's my colour
I travelled far away from you
You're still breathing on my back, my hair, my neck
I'm not sleeping
Am I strong to turn this page or hold it in my hands?
Stays with me

Tell me what to say and I'll be with you
Tomorrows they fade away
And I'll be with you

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c 1998 Robin and Tracey Grove