Hope in the air, revolt in the springtime
All the carres rouges just won't do as they're told
The world rolls over, rubs the sleep out of its eyes
And the dirt can't hide from the light on the floor
Out of the fire and into the frying pan
But I saw your smile and it was understood
Slivers of sunshine break through these weary times
Like that one last night alone, my how we have grown
Over the stones polished smooth by the millions
All the feet that have lived the trick they pulled before
Living in style with so many underground
All the naked ploys of global barbaroi
Out of the fire and into the frying pan
But I saw your smile and it was understood
Like sometimes the mind feels set for an overload
If it spends one more night alone, talking on the phone
Why does it seem so hard to remember dreams, now that we're living in style
With a bag of things, the escape it brings
Took a walk in the rain, around the corner
To a laugh and a smile and something good
It happened the day I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes
Shaking up a weary mind
Up in the street, in the noise and the growing heat, and they're still living in style
And feeling high, oh for awhile
Venus Syndrome - Living in Style (feat. Adam Davidson-Harden, Graham Ketcheson, Huw Davis & Andrea Harden-Donahue) Lyrics
Venus Syndrome - Living in Style (feat. Adam Davidson-Harden, Graham Ketcheson, Huw Davis & Andrea Harden-Donahue) Lyrics
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Hope in the air, revolt in the springtime
All the carres rouges just won't do as they're told
The world rolls over, rubs the sleep out of its eyes
And the dirt can't hide from the light on the floor
Out of the fire and into the frying pan
But I saw your smile and it was understood
Slivers of sunshine break through these weary times
Like that one last night alone, my how we have grown
Over the stones polished smooth by the millions
All the feet that have lived the trick they pulled before
Living in style with so many underground
All the naked ploys of global barbaroi
Out of the fire and into the frying pan
But I saw your smile and it was understood
Like sometimes the mind feels set for an overload
If it spends one more night alone, talking on the phone
Why does it seem so hard to remember dreams, now that we're living in style
With a bag of things, the escape it brings
Took a walk in the rain, around the corner
To a laugh and a smile and something good
It happened the day I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes
Shaking up a weary mind
Up in the street, in the noise and the growing heat, and they're still living in style
And feeling high, oh for awhile
All the carres rouges just won't do as they're told
The world rolls over, rubs the sleep out of its eyes
And the dirt can't hide from the light on the floor
Out of the fire and into the frying pan
But I saw your smile and it was understood
Slivers of sunshine break through these weary times
Like that one last night alone, my how we have grown
Over the stones polished smooth by the millions
All the feet that have lived the trick they pulled before
Living in style with so many underground
All the naked ploys of global barbaroi
Out of the fire and into the frying pan
But I saw your smile and it was understood
Like sometimes the mind feels set for an overload
If it spends one more night alone, talking on the phone
Why does it seem so hard to remember dreams, now that we're living in style
With a bag of things, the escape it brings
Took a walk in the rain, around the corner
To a laugh and a smile and something good
It happened the day I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes
Shaking up a weary mind
Up in the street, in the noise and the growing heat, and they're still living in style
And feeling high, oh for awhile
Writer: Adam Davidson-Harden
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid