Everything But The Girl

All this short summer night long I've been waiting for you

Just to give me a sign that you feel this way too

There are people on the streets for the weekend

But I don't hear them

There are others I could meet for the weekend

But I don't see them

Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city

Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city

I have a dream, of an inky blue sea

You could give up your job and go there with me

I know we'd miss the football and the dancing

There's always something

And you'd worry that the people here'd be talking

But that's nothing

Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city

Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city

In the morning I sit on the train and wonder

If I can go through all this again you know I

Feel like staying till the end of the line this time...

This time, this time, this time

Oh yeah. uh huh.

We come to fight and dream in this fairground of a town

Through the sweet and sickly streets from the airless undergrounds

While the planes fly out of Heathrow taking people late at night

To where the fields are like Australia in the early morning light

Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city

Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city

Talk to me like the sea

In the morning I sit on the train

Talk to me like the sea

Hey hey hey

Talk to me like the sea

In the morning I sit on the train

Talk to me like the sea

Oh oh yeah

Talk to me like the sea

Oh yeah, I sit on the train.

Talk to me like the sea