Title Matrix

The Streets x Fred again.. x Dermot Kennedy - Mike (desert island duvet)

إلكترونية

السنة2023

المدة4m

شاهد الآن

7.3

Mike (desert island duvet): https://FredAgain.lnk.to/Mike Subscribe for more content from The Streets: https://www.youtube.com/@thestreetsmikeskinner See more Official Music Videos from The Streets here: https://www.youtube.com/playlistlist=PLcjvBZdWQbRV2oec-l8buV1xMhaU1NesR Follow The Streets: Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/mikeskinnerltd Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/TheStreets/ Twitter - https://twitter.com/mikeskinnerltd Soundcloud - https://soundcloud.com/the-streets Website - https://www.thestreets.co.uk/ Lyrics: All that I’ve got is you All that I’ve got is you All that I said is true All that I’ve got is you Two people on a carpet With light around the curtains Two people from a circus on a flying carpet Give me a thousand and one nights To tell you this story And then I’ll help with the dishes Like Solomon on green silk With the golden stitches From old and weathered art Only the silk is fast fashion And the stitches are barely holding together your heart Let me re-up your dose of grape Don’t stain your spotless mood Up close your face don’t look the same as from across the room Your eyebrows look tidier Your hair the sort of mess that takes hours Pleasant sky at night on the ceiling Desert Island duvet plot a bearing in the sea Two Bedouin people just sharing out the tea Two people on a carpet Couldn’t care for what’s real All that I’ve got is you All that I’ve got is you Don’t know what you’re doing Don’t know what you’re doing Don’t know what you’re doing to me Don’t know what you’re doing Don’t know what you’re doing Don’t know what you’re doing to me Two people on a carpet With light around the curtains Two people from a circus on a flying carpet You’re wiser than your years But everything changes And when it does wise people refuse to You caught me at a good time Cos I’m feeling bad Tonight the wind is following your command Is it the Arabian aromas Or maybe it’s the takeaway Your eyes are off an advert Take you back to my