Tracey Thorn - Hands Up To The Ceiling

Here is the street and here is the doorSame as it was beforeAnd up the stairs and on the wallIs Doisneau's "Kiss" and Terry HallAnd Siouxsie Sioux and Edwin tooAnd Bobby Dee in '63And everything I knew was goodAnd like it was just understoodNow I need that feelingI'm reaching for that feelingHands up to the ceilingAnd the rain came down on a cold, gray townAnd I showed myself to themAnd I went undergroundThen I closed my eyesAnd something passed me byI didn't even tryAnd I don't remember whyAnd now I need that feelingI'm reaching for that feelingHands up to the ceilingHands up to the ceiling
Here is the street and here is the doorSame as it was beforeAnd up the stairs and on the wallIs Doisneau's "Kiss" and Terry HallAnd Siouxsie Sioux and Edwin tooAnd Bobby Dee in '63And everything I knew was goodAnd like it was just understoodNow I need that feelingI'm reaching for that feelingHands up to the ceilingAnd the rain came down on a cold, gray townAnd I showed myself to themAnd I went undergroundThen I closed my eyesAnd something passed me byI didn't even tryAnd I don't remember whyAnd now I need that feelingI'm reaching for that feelingHands up to the ceilingHands up to the ceiling

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