كلمات Leipzig

Thirty nine and you need some leeway soon you're eyeing the overseas page The trains're running late As you close the garden gate Step through your steel front doorframe "Dinner's in the microwave, sweetie" Leipzig is calling you Henry Leipzig is calling you Jane Leipzig is calling you Leonard Leipzig is calling you names Cars were burning on yellow lines Wheels turning, traffic lights change Another misty bus-queue morning Faces smile down from a hoarding You stoop to the bin - drop something in Well you'll soon feel yourself again And everyplace is just the same, isn't it? ... Like the sound of taxi brakes The sound of a dentist's drill The colour of skates on ice Under clingflilm - it's calling Leipzig is calling you names.