Текст песни Elton John - Latitude
Elton John - Latitude слова песни
Grey London morning, wet London streetsRain on the window, wind in the treesIt`s my time to write, it`s your time to callThere`s something about distance that gets to us allDark clouds above me, little people belowAll walk with a purpose with someplace to goIt`s my place to paint my own selfish sceneOn this cold lonely canvas, it`s just the weather and meAnd latitudeFold back the morning and bring on the nightThere`s an alien moonThat hangs between darkness and lightLatitude between me and youYou`re a straight line of distanceA cold strech of black across blueLatitudeCracks in the sidewalks, dogs on the runAn old poster reading "Give us your sons"Window frames capture moments in timeBut latitude captures the heart and the mind