Landscape Waltz, by Tim Pozzi Subscribe to rss feed for Tim Pozzi

Nothing at all,
nothing at all to do.

So we sit in your car
and we wait for something,
or someone to call.

So we sit at the bar.
I'll order us a pint
and we'll sing all night...

Nothing at all,
nothing at all to do.

Nothing at all to do
but it's me & you,
and we're gonna win,
we're gonna sin and 
talk about heaven.

So we sit in your car
and we wait for the stars,
and we stare at the sky.

So we sit in your car
and I'm starving for a kiss.

Nothing at all...
Posted: 2012-01-14 17:37:02 UTC

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