The Middle East - Ninth Avenue Reverie lyrics
[The Middle East - Ninth Avenue Reverie lyrics]
You say you want to be
Buried beneath the mango tree
Where every northern summer you'll
Come back to life
You say you want your ashes mixed
Up with your lover's salt
Where every Sunday night he'll eat
A little more of you
You say you can't stop crying it's
Just the power of the song
Riding on the midnight bus again
You say that you loved him but
You were just too young
You say that's why you still wear the ring
You say a lot of things
You say that your daddy was
A painter of sorts
But, I never saw him paint a thing
He just kept the tins underneath his bed
And sniffed a different colour every night
And dreamed of a place up in the sky
Where everyone's a painter 'til they die
You say you don't like
Flying on the aeroplanes
That even the sea birds must
Get lonely out there
You said you were quitting
After your next pack
And you said once that I was beautiful
But for all the pretty ladies in Beijing
I couldn't stop my drinking
And you say a lot of you say a lot of
You say a lot of things
You say you can't stop dreaming
About your funeral day
Where all your long-time friends will
Be crying for you
I'd be up the back with a rose in my hand
And I'd give to you in death
What I could not in life
Buried beneath the mango tree
Where every northern summer you'll
Come back to life
You say you want your ashes mixed
Up with your lover's salt
Where every Sunday night he'll eat
A little more of you
You say you can't stop crying it's
Just the power of the song
Riding on the midnight bus again
You say that you loved him but
You were just too young
You say that's why you still wear the ring
You say a lot of things
You say that your daddy was
A painter of sorts
But, I never saw him paint a thing
He just kept the tins underneath his bed
And sniffed a different colour every night
And dreamed of a place up in the sky
Where everyone's a painter 'til they die
You say you don't like
Flying on the aeroplanes
That even the sea birds must
Get lonely out there
You said you were quitting
After your next pack
And you said once that I was beautiful
But for all the pretty ladies in Beijing
I couldn't stop my drinking
And you say a lot of you say a lot of
You say a lot of things
You say you can't stop dreaming
About your funeral day
Where all your long-time friends will
Be crying for you
I'd be up the back with a rose in my hand
And I'd give to you in death
What I could not in life