מילים לשיר Russian Hill – Jellyfish

i dreamt about a tranquil
a sensory lullaby
sunday drive
we trade the comic cartoons and magazines for pistons and gasolines
parked under the sunshine
we see the road from the bedside
so we climb inside
we feel the warmth of the engine and take to the motorway
shift the gears for years and age
it's fun to play
watch the clouds turn into faces
a single day
until we spill onto russian hill past cathedrals filled with god's
dirty hands feel clean
favorite guests
dressed in their
sunday best
treeline villages oh so heavenly
of jumper
cross a bridge of gold to landscapes only eden is for millionaires watch the clouds turn into faces its
shift the gears for years and age
fun to play
a single day
until we spill onto russian hill stoplight
i'm pulling through the last
and through the rear view mirror it
we head home past the shoreline
melts away
till we're hopeless watch the clouds turn into faces
its fun to play
a single day we're hopeless
it fades away
we shift the gears for years and age
a dream fulfilled on russian hillfor like curtains close this sunset matinee.