Letra de Sraid an Chloig
'Tisn't often I think of you these days But today on your birthday I miss the record of your voice With its one-track of complaining And your second-hand heart With its torn cover The closed collection of your feelingsI waited ten minutes on the street of the clock Counting minute by minute Grudgingly, stuck upedly marching past me On high heels, on clock streetThe rain plays a tear-tune That calls for words And my throat choked with a cold There isn't a note in my head And oh my heart of the one tune With its athletic fingers Here we go again with the learning seasonI waited ten minutes on the street of the clock Counting minute by minute Grudgingly, stuck upedly marching past me On high heels, on clock street