The Clientele - Bicycles lyrics

rate me

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..... 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