Quenna

Working here's no paradise, it only takes two, to see our spikes, we could be great stars, make the sea like glue, stardust as we part, all it needs is better light, show what we can do, assist us on our flight, our songs still resonate, hung on trees turning blue, gone to a better place, this cafe' is our life, dances for me and you, even as a transport pike, doesn’t matter how late, we sing our kitchen tunes, just give us that break, play to easy nights, where we catch what’s new, see the way we slide, well outside the loop.