Letras:
Everything But The Girl Worldwide

Notting Hill Gate. But you'll make it alright. 'Cause you lift me up (you make it alright), you do. Such a little thing, our love won't make the world alright, but

: Love, love is strange Many people take it for a game Once you've had it you're in an awful fix 'Cause after you've had it you never wanna quit

: A summer evening; I walk past the window, Baby's crying; Someone's cooking dinner; There's laughter on the TV Someone's learning the violin. How

: Lying in bed on a weekday night Listening to the title fight From a town the radio said was Atlantic City The branches brush the windows The hour

years old, do you recognise as you? June, July, September, stretched ahead and out of view. The whole world seemed a safe place, and never ending too. But

A moment of thought this heart sends to old friends Not for the first time I look back on my first love Unable to speak or think or move hand in glove But

contained. But them I'm out the other side and through suburban avenues and I realise it never was there. Well, that's how I feel about you. Crystal clear were my intentions, but

at Notting Hill Gate. But you'll make it alright. 'Cause you lift me up (you make it alright), you do. Such a little thing, our love won't make the world alright, but

me on the regular (tell me, would you?) Well, baby I've been around the world But I ain't seen myself another girl (like you) This ring here represents my heart But