Bicycles
by The Clientele
From the album: Suburban Light
Duration: 2:19
Lyrics for Bicycles
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 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