Premiata Forneria Marconi - Out of The Roundabout lyrics
[Premiata Forneria Marconi - Out of The Roundabout lyrics]
Got a skin of sun i'm breathin cellophane
Got a fadin' tan to offer to the rain
Who's the referee
When winter plays the ball?
Runnin' out of time to celebrate the fall
Out of the roundabout out of the roundabout
Got a cotton hat to wear all year round
Got a time disease that keeps me upside down
And the willow trees
Are spittin' out some green
I would give a look
But springtime looks a scream
Out of the roundabout out of the roundabout
Now all the seasons run together
And the middle days are gone
Without our weather repetitions
I can't shake my dice
Can't skip a line no no no no no
Had my bicycle risin'
Fast wheelin' and climbin'
The equinox hurdles over gates of heat
Even numbers to bring out
And courses to follow in search of the days
Before I missed their beat
I ran into a black cat
Good taste for all timing his ivory shaker
Couldn't pour out rain
I've been truckin' and trackin'
Still missin' the rhythm
Of changes that used to
Make me feel all right
I met birds on a cable
A dark feathered station
Time flown for migration
But they wouldn't fly
Askin' cherries and peaches
To work on their accents a natural compass
But they fooled me good
I've been joggin' and jugglin'
Still missin' the rhythm
Of changes that used to
Make me feel all right
Got a fadin' tan to offer to the rain
Who's the referee
When winter plays the ball?
Runnin' out of time to celebrate the fall
Out of the roundabout out of the roundabout
Got a cotton hat to wear all year round
Got a time disease that keeps me upside down
And the willow trees
Are spittin' out some green
I would give a look
But springtime looks a scream
Out of the roundabout out of the roundabout
Now all the seasons run together
And the middle days are gone
Without our weather repetitions
I can't shake my dice
Can't skip a line no no no no no
Had my bicycle risin'
Fast wheelin' and climbin'
The equinox hurdles over gates of heat
Even numbers to bring out
And courses to follow in search of the days
Before I missed their beat
I ran into a black cat
Good taste for all timing his ivory shaker
Couldn't pour out rain
I've been truckin' and trackin'
Still missin' the rhythm
Of changes that used to
Make me feel all right
I met birds on a cable
A dark feathered station
Time flown for migration
But they wouldn't fly
Askin' cherries and peaches
To work on their accents a natural compass
But they fooled me good
I've been joggin' and jugglin'
Still missin' the rhythm
Of changes that used to
Make me feel all right