Well according to the shadows
We should be getting home
According to the shadows
We should be getting on
With your lucky lucky fingers
And your caterpillar eyes
I promise to be gentle
And I promise to be nice

Some love is short, some love is long
Sing to the ghosts of a dream gone wrong
A new style hit the city
A nueva bossa craze
Dance into the future
In the old fashioned ways
Perfect your dimensions
Teeth as white as white
I promise to be gentle
And I promise to be nice

Composição: Dean Wareham