Bicycles - The Clientele
Bicycles have drifted through
These leaves still wet
With rain
August now has faded in the silence
Of the rain
I remember one Sunday riding in
Through the gate
Three balloons in a white sky 1978
La la la La la la La la la
Playgrounds where we spent our days
Return within our dreams
What it is it isn＇t up to me
I＇ve been driving in my car
On Sunday in the rain
And my life is slipping so away
