Vers: Packing up, selling the TV Let you in to stop the ringing Too bad, too bad, too bad Too bad Cherries ripe enough for eating We would climb the trees to reach them So high, so high, so high So high Chorus: I can't dream I can't go to work (I still get by) I can't write, I can do nothing I can only sing, I can do it, shit I can only write, I...Learn More

Kisses, kisses Sweet like orange pulp Notice, notice How the pavements warm Kisses, kisses Enough to take you above I’ll kneel before your wishes Yeah, I’ll listen Whenever you call Drove all night The stars stand still they follow me City’s (al)’right It’s coloured by nostalgic scenes Ultraviolet lights, uncover faces Sending me a kiss before I...Learn More