Little More Time -

Gimme just a little more time

And I’ll be flowing to your door

Just like the sea though all my moves are slow

I’m always heading for the shore

I like to think I’m not a complicated man

But then again I can’t be sure

So give me just a little more time, you know

Give me till the early morn'

I play the flute in a ragdoll suit

And you wear the overcoat

I never wanted you more than the time

You buttoned high across your throat

You held my arm like an anchor

Would tie itself onto a boat

And whispered in my ear

Where shall you take me from here

Looking out towards the coasts

Clean the table and go

Make tracks in the snow

Ooow ooow ooow

We’re knocking knees in a traveling breeze

And swinging babies on our hip

My mouth is open singing Pat Dam Smyth’s

«Slip John» on a city trip

I watch you moving

Through flashes in my life

On a chair where I sit

Your mouth is covering

Mine under blankets

It’s your turn to give me the slip

Clean the table and go

Make tracks in the snow

Ooow ooow ooow

Clean the table and go

And you make tracks in the snow

Ooow

Ooow