Lyrics
by Paul Korda
As we both spin in space,
On a ball in a cosmic ocean
Life is written on your face,
Every season, hot to frozen
But living here on the boulevard
No place to park, a one room apartment
A billion light years is too far,
When your love is my excitement
I need no reason for the rain to rain
The way you love me is never the same
Although it tingles I don't use my brain
Heavenly music turn up the gain
It's seven-thirty and I'm late for work
I fumble for an ironed shirt
You look toward me, your love ablaze
Before we know it, we've been home all day!
I need no reason for the rain to rain
The way you love me, is never the same
Although it tingles, I don't use my brain
Heavenly music, turn up the gain........ |
 Not for Robots
by Paul Korda
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