My friend david told me
The heart beats like a dream
Down there at the railway station
The lights are turning green
That little black-robed franciscan priest
Struts down to ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Tips his hat at all the north americans
And dreams the dream of the argonauts
We know the truth of the undeveloped heart
Poplars on the seinne and sunset boulevard
The noise that can drive a love asunder
Sometimes your dreams can leave you under
We go climbing down myriad flights of stairs
Blowing off the heat and dust
Stetch our romantic souls
To cover the wunderlust
At midnight in some strange city
Black-burned and medieval
Shiver inside our paper thin raincoats
And the silence that knows no evil
We know the truth of the undeveloped heart
Poplars on the seinne and sunset boulevard
The noise that can drive a love asunder
Sometimes your dreams can leave you under
The heart can be a lonely hunter
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My friend david told me
The heart beats like a dream
Down there at the railway station
The lights are turning green
That little black-robed franciscan priest
Struts down to ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Tips his hat at all the north americans
And dreams the dream of the argonauts
We know the truth of the undeveloped heart
Poplars on the seinne and sunset boulevard
The noise that can drive a love asunder
Sometimes your dreams can leave you under
We go climbing down myriad flights of stairs
Blowing off the heat and dust
Stetch our romantic souls
To cover the wunderlust
At midnight in some strange city
Black-burned and medieval
Shiver inside our paper thin raincoats
And the silence that knows no evil
We know the truth of the undeveloped heart
Poplars on the seinne and sunset boulevard
The noise that can drive a love asunder
Sometimes your dreams can leave you under
The heart can be a lonely hunter
The heart beats like a dream
Down there at the railway station
The lights are turning green
That little black-robed franciscan priest
Struts down to ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Tips his hat at all the north americans
And dreams the dream of the argonauts
We know the truth of the undeveloped heart
Poplars on the seinne and sunset boulevard
The noise that can drive a love asunder
Sometimes your dreams can leave you under
We go climbing down myriad flights of stairs
Blowing off the heat and dust
Stetch our romantic souls
To cover the wunderlust
At midnight in some strange city
Black-burned and medieval
Shiver inside our paper thin raincoats
And the silence that knows no evil
We know the truth of the undeveloped heart
Poplars on the seinne and sunset boulevard
The noise that can drive a love asunder
Sometimes your dreams can leave you under
The heart can be a lonely hunter