- cifra
Little city, big town
You know that your home
Is long away gone
And you are alone
Little city, big town
You know that you're waiting
For your life to go
Oh
We'll walk through the city
Tonight
I'm tired of watching
And I
Am sure that each single street
belongs to me
Oh
The stones under street-lamps
Shone bright
As I tore through town
On my bike
To catch every breath
That weighted, cold and clean
Oh
When I was 19
I moved away from my country
Oh
You'll always remind me
Of lawns beneath the strongest trees
Little city, big town
You know that your home
Is long away gone
And you are a
Little city, big town
You know that you're waiting
For your life to go
Oh
We made it the best week
In song and mugs of ginger tea
At home
We made it for only us 3
And we walked through the city
That night
We were tired of watching
And I
Was sure that each single street
Belonged to me
Oh
You'll always remind me
Of lawns beneath the strongest trees
And
We made it the best week
Did it exist outside of dreams?
So come lie beside me
The grass is so warm
And the air is green
The sky is grey
But the clouds are clean
In this
Little city, big town
You know that your home
Is long away gone
And you are a...
