Laura Veirs - Rialto Lyrics
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Rialto
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Riding and singing alongside salt cool breeze coming from the West Ships and their lawlessness Running wild and the waves Wearing their bright blue summer best Here come the sailors Marching two by two by two They pressed their pants And shined their shoes Aren't they strapping and deranged? Too long at sea makes your eyes strange Makes them strain For the vision of your youth Dripping castles in the sand I could still go there But my mind would be too loud Sun on water Bright colors drowning me out I could still go there Sun on water Now they're standing on the beach (standing on the beach) In a wild coloured wind (wild coloured wind) Sun rays stream (sun rays stream) Ah the pretty boys gleam Watching distant buoys toss Water rolling on the rocks Smoothing down the broken things I could still go there But my mind would be too loud Sun on water Bright colors drowning me out I could still go there But my mind would be too loud Sun on water... Bright colours drowning me out I could still go there But my mind would be too loud Sun on water Bright colors drowning me out I could still go there But my mind would be too loud Sun on water Bright colours drowning me out I could still go there But my mind would be too loud Sun on water |
Who Wrote Rialto By Laura Veirs?
Laura Veirs
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What's The Duration Of The Rialto By Laura Veirs?The duration of Rialto is 3:59 minutes and seconds. |
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