I´ll meet you on a bus at dawn
an open top one if it´s warm
and if the flowers are in bloom
I loose myself to you
I´ll be whistling down the street
where our footsteps start to meet
then the crazyness begins
like chalk & chees
we shoot the breeze
heading on west in an open top deck
trying to remember just what for, just what for
aus:
Paul Weller: Clues :o
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