Thyme
"Come in", we'll say
And the bands will play
Their scripts of love for us
A light-up at the top of the stairs
You stare at me
And say, "What can we be?"
It's sole
It's all we know
The strings all sing and make the fling
Something to marvel in
Gin-breath thinks twice before the wife
Just as she draws her pipe
"Thyme, have you got a light for me? I'm ripe in where I ought to be"
Oh, oh
It's all we know
What will we take to show?
And the bands will play
Their scripts of love for us
A light-up at the top of the stairs
You stare at me
And say, "What can we be?"
It's sole
It's all we know
The strings all sing and make the fling
Something to marvel in
Gin-breath thinks twice before the wife
Just as she draws her pipe
"Thyme, have you got a light for me? I'm ripe in where I ought to be"
Oh, oh
It's all we know
What will we take to show?
Credits
Writer(s): Konstantin Polyakov
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