Текст песни Harper Roy - Pinches Of Salt
Harper Roy - Pinches Of Salt слова песни
Arthur read stories he got from the shelfIn the gingerbread house of the men in betweenMaking his mind up to keep to himselfAnd somewhere the future had beenPinches of saltNobody`s faultJust the tune of the moon on the oceanOne year quite suddenly out of the blueThe phone box grew curtains with Sanderson printsAnd designers of countryside loaded the viewWith `sort of` decisions and hintsAnd Arthur slept in on the edge of his seatWay back in his mind where the butterflies flewBread non-commital to live nice and neatWith lots of his dreams coming truePinches of saltNobody`s faultJust the tune of the moon on the oceanThen came the day of the gig on the stageThe butterflies fluttered and scenery shookShapes became colours and turning a pageWasn`t just quite by the bookBut Arthur was sureThere must be some morePinches of saltNobody`s faultAs the wolves of the lawBlew down the doorWith the tune of the moon on the ocean