Sunflowers & Dinosaurs
written by Luka A. Zovko
Lyrics zum Song:
It’s cold inside
It’s cold outside
And we stay home.
Time taught me to take it easy
Time taught me to be quick
In the end it’s always brick on brick.
The newspapers were empty
Everybody closed their eyes
I guess the twenties were a bad surprise.
With no space for optimism
No inspiration for the artists
I hope they don’t forget what art is.
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And I didn’t know how severe it was
Before the moment I realised that I had forgotten
Just how small Johanna was.
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We’ve come a long way
We are so strong
We know where we belong.
Now we’re writing a new chapter
And we’re writing it so fast
Some of them things won’t last.
For a good friend’s hard to find
Said the girl from the barn
Yet the new folks have their charme.
So I am living here
And I am living there
Seems I’m living nowhere.
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Sunflowers stare down from my balcony
I send pictures to the world, gotta spread the news quickly
Raise your glass to the company!
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Hello, how are you?
How is it going?
And whatcha doin’ right now?
Would you like to come over
For another cup of tea?
Or would you like to sing with me?
Let’s just sit here for the old days
And I’ll show you around
Do you wanna know what it’s all about?
I’m a collector
I don’t throw things away
I put them all on display.
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And these days are now cinematic
But you couldn’t care less so please don’t tell me
That you’re so nostalgic.
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It’s warm inside
And it’s warm in the sun
We gotta have some fun.
But I don’t know
Where the party is
I’ll go with the journalist.
It’s just like in the series
Maybe this is season two
Might be the one where we break through.
So maybe I was wrong
Or maybe she was right
Maybe there’s no wrong or right.
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I can hear the old church bells chime
Far across the sea on a honeymoon afternoon
I guess that’s the right place at the wrong time.
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And the crowd gathered ‘round us
Well it’s not what they think
It’s just water I drink.
Poor little girl
So misunderstood
Well, this ain’t Hollywood.
But she thinks she’s the centre of the universe
She thought I was singin’ ’bout her
But now I am.
And the playboy knows the best
He says them boys are all the same
And they’re always to blame.
So I’d better be careful
What I say
She’ll deny it anyway.
For she don’t like my voice
And she don’t like my friends
I don’t know why she pretends.
And with her chatty dinosaurs
Behind my back, you see
She’s talking too bad about me.
Too many thoughts in her head
Too much hatred in her bones
Watch out! She’s throwing stones!
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And after all her years and her tears and her fears I
Could’ve been smarter and she
She could’ve been honest.
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Well, honey life is short
At least that’s what the dead men say
And they should know, shouldn’t they?
Everybody wants to be cool
Everybody wants to be wise
Everybody wants to criticise.
I guess that’s alright
I guess that’s okay
That’s the game we play.
And as long as I’m here
I play my game.
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