Letras:
Everything But The Girl Idlewild

: I can tell by your eyes that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever, and the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror. I don't wanna

and the towns around Montrose, but even as he sleeps, they're loading bombs into the hills, and the waters in the lochs can run deep, but never still

you're down again and you see nothing but rain. You put your friends through hell and that's why we get along so well. You see, I always was your girl

of diaries and old letters For they do nothing But feed my memory But really you should know me better For I am too fond of the past But I think I am

calls, "This is where you belong." And I'm lonesome for a place I know. Oh but Florence you tempt me (here) to stay, Amidst your hills to while my years away. But

I was born in one and lived there for eighteen years. Then when I was nineteen. I thought the Humber would be the gateway from my little world into the real world. But

Apron strings hanging empty crazy things my body tells me i want someone to tie to my lonely apron strings apron strings waiting for you pretty

box of diaries and old letters For they do nothing But feed my memory But really you should know me better For I am too fond of the past But I think I

calls, "This is where you belong." And I'm lonesome for a place I know. Oh but Florence you tempt me (here) to stay, Amidst your hills to while my years away. But