Nine In The Afternoon lyrics
Back to the street where we began,
Feeling as good as lovers can, you know,
Now we're feeling so good.
Picking up things we shouldn't read,
Looks like the end of history as we know,
It's just the end of the world.
Back to the street where we began,
Feeling as good as love, you could, you can.
Into a place, where thoughts can bloom,
Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon ,
And we know that it could be,
And we know that it should,
And you know that you feel it too,
'Cause it's nine in the afternoon.
And your eyes are the size of the moon,
You could 'cause you can so you do,
We're feeling so good,
Just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon .
Your eyes are the size of the moon,
You could 'cause you can so you do,
We're feeling so good.
Back to the street,
Down to our feet,
Losing the feeling of feeling unique,
Do you know what I mean?
Back to the place,
Where we used to say,
Man it feels good to feel this way,
Now I know what I mean.
Back to the street, back to the place,
Back to the room where it all began,
Back to the room where it all began,
'Cause it's nine in the afternoon.
And your eyes are the size of the moon,
You could 'cause you can so you do,
We're feeling so good,
Just the way that we do,
When it's nine in the afternoon.
Your eyes are the size of the moon,
You could 'cause you can so you do,
We're feeling so good,
Just the way that we do,
When it's nine in the afternoon,
Your eyes are the size of the moon,
You could 'cause you can so you do,
We're feeling so good,
Just the way that we do,
When it's nine in the afternoon.
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Such an Alice was a man of flower and of rose
Got shot down by a man who could not take his own woes
And there in the forest bloomed a flower blood red
Once loved and enjoyed by all, is now left for dead
Got shot down by a man who could not take his own woes
And there in the forest bloomed a flower blood red
Once loved and enjoyed by all, is now left for dead