Текст James Reyne – Five Miles Closer To The Sun

I shot the glass
And I cleaned the table
And I went to water as soon as I was able
Bone — tickled by those crazy Africans

Woke up early you know
I was dreaming you know
I was flying woods and cities teeming
Bone — tickled by those crazy Africans

There’s them old four seasons crying
Up ahead there’s something flying
Five miles closer to the sun

Check the gas
And I wiped the window
And I watched a township burn into a cinder
Bone — tickled by those crazy Africans

To the sun

You only see from above and want to show it
You say your lucky in love and don’t you know it
You only see from above and want to show it
You say your lucky in love and don’t you know it

I shot the glass
And I cleaned the table
And I went to water as soon as I was able
Bone — tickled by those crazy Africans

Woke up early you know
Thought I was dying you know
Over rivers and diocese I’m flying
Bone — tickled by those crazy Africans
(Bone — tickled by those crazy Africans)
Five miles closer to the sun