B-Sides -
Roadsong
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Back With The Lonesome Touch And Quiet Tears Of Joy
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Late Night, Early Mornings
[Lyrics]
Saturdays
Hold me in the morning
Before you have to go
When there's no time to wake up
We'll do that on own own
And yes the room feels empty
But emptiness is filled
With sweet anticipation
And winter lights so still
Tell me there'll be Saturdays
With nothing else to do (yeah)
But sit around and talk
Kiss me and I'll kiss you
Tell me there'll be Saturdays
With nothing else to do (yeah)
But sit around and talk
Kiss me and I'll kiss you
Hold me in the morning
Before the clock begins
And slowly wake the senses
With the day's first touch of skin
And yes the room feels colder
As I stand outside the bed
But day shows no resistance
Just stares at warmth ahead
Tell me there'll be Saturdays
With nothing else to do (yeah)
But sit around and talk
Kiss me and I'll kiss you
Tell me there'll be Saturdays
With nothing else to do (yeah)
But sit around and talk
Kiss me and I'll kiss you
Anytime now, anytime now
Just want Saturday
See it all again
Anytime now, anytime now
Just want Saturday
See it all again
Roadsong
[Lyrics]
Back With
The Lonesome Touch And Quiet Tears Of Joy
[Lyrics]
When
Doves Cry (Prince)
Dig if you will, the picture
Of you and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat in your body covers me
Come on, darling, can you picture this?
Dig if you will, the courtyard
An ocean of violets so blue
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat, the heat between me and you
How could you just leave me standing
Alone in a world so cold?
Maybe, I’m just too demanding
Maybe, I’m just like my father, too bold
Maybe, you’re just like my mother
She’s never satisfied
Why must we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like when doves cry
Touch if you will, my belly
Feel how it trembles inside
You’ve got the butterflies, all tied up
Don’t make me chase you, even doves have pride
How can you just leave me standing
Alone in a world so cold?
Maybe, I’m just too demanding
Maybe, I’m just like my father, too bold
Maybe, I'm just like my mother
She’s never satisfied
Why must we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like when doves cry
Dream if you can, courtyard
Ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat, the heat between me and you
How can you just leave me standing
Alone in a world so cold?
Maybe, I’m just too demanding
Maybe, I’m just like my father, too bold
Maybe, I'm just like my mother
She’s never satisfied
Why must we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like when doves cry
Why must we scream at each other?
Oh, darling, doves are crying
Oh, doves are crying, doves are crying
Doves are crying, doves are crying
Doves are crying
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