Seven (Martyn's Seventh Mix)

I've got a friend who I've known since I was seven
We used to talk on that phone
If we have time, if it's the right time

Accompany me by the kitchen sink
We talk about love, we talk about dishwater tablets
And we dream about heaven

I know it, I think I know it from a heaven (ah-ah-ah)
They said so, it doesn't need no explanation (oh, ah-ah)
Or a box to open up with light and sound
Making you cold, very cold

I leave home at seven
Under a heavy sky, I ride my bike up
I ride my bike down

November smoke, and your toes cold now
A new color on the globe, it goes from white to red
A little voice in my head said so

I know it, I think I know it from a heaven (ah-ah-ah)
They said so, it doesn't need no explanation (oh-ah)
Or a box to open up with light and sound
And if you don't, you'll run your own

I know it, I think I know it from a heaven (ah-ah-ah)
They said so, it doesn't need no explanation (oh-ah)
Or a box to open up with light and sound
Making you cold, very cold

Make you running round the globe
Make you running round the globe
Make you running round the globe
Make you running round the globe
Make you running round the globe
Make you running round the globe
Make you running round the globe
Make you running round the globe