Lyrics

talk to her, that's right, it could mean more than you think, talk to her, that's right, and you don't have to lose a thing, leave the boots and saddle outside, you could make her happy again, laugh about the time, she threw the dinner at you, and in the coconut grove, you can imagine the scene, another bus unloads, we're still waiting to leave, talk to her, that's nice, or you could make a murder begin, breathe on her, that's right, once more you will be her friend, she's the only who knows, where you're from and where you've been, and what remains unsaid, can leave you hanging in between, i spent a lot of time in the transit lounge, and i wasn't sure where i was going now, the papers i read were all yesterday's news, not a hundred percent sure what i did with my shoes, lying on the floor of the transit lounge, there'll be no announcements made, better make sure you don't sleep too sound, there'll be no announcements made, there'll be no announcements made, and you can dream about the things, you meant to do before you die, break him out, the one, who's waiting for his moment to shine, all the stupid things i said, will haunt you, will linger i guess, and in the coconut grove, you can imagine the scene, another bus unloads, we're still waiting to leave, the camera flash goes off, see the tallest man alive, and thai massage his feet, before his long plane ride

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Artist: crowded house