Songtexte The Chauffeur (Album Mix) [feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw] - Sleepthief feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw
                                                Out 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                tar 
                                                plains
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                glides 
                                                are 
                                                moving
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                looking 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                new 
                                                place 
                                                to 
                                                drive
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                sit 
                                                beside 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                newly 
                                                charming
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweating 
                                                dewdrops 
                                                glisten, 
                                                freshing 
                                                your 
                                                side
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sun 
                                                drips 
                                                down 
                                                bedding 
                                                heavy 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                front 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                dress, 
                                                all 
                                                shadowy 
                                                lined
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                droning 
                                                engine 
                                                throbs 
                                                in 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                your 
                                                beating 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Way 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                lane 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Living 
                                                for 
                                                another 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                aphids 
                                                swarm 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                drifting 
                                                haze
 
                                    
                                
                                                Swim, 
                                                seagull, 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                Towards 
                                                that 
                                                hollow 
                                                western 
                                                isle
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                envied 
                                                lady 
                                                holds 
                                                you 
                                                fast 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                gaze
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sun 
                                                drips 
                                                down 
                                                bedding 
                                                heavy 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                front 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                dress, 
                                                all 
                                                shadowy 
                                                lined
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                droning 
                                                engine 
                                                throbs 
                                                in 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                your 
                                                beating 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sing 
                                                blue 
                                                silver
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                your 
                                                beating 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                watching 
                                                lovers 
                                                part
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                you 
                                                smiling
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                glass 
                                                splinters 
                                                lie 
                                                so 
                                                deep 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                tear 
                                                out 
                                                from 
                                                your 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                thought 
                                                to 
                                                stiffen 
                                                brooding 
                                                lines
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'll 
                                                only 
                                                watch 
                                                you 
                                                leave 
                                                me 
                                                further 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sun 
                                                drips 
                                                down 
                                                bedding 
                                                heavy 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                front 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                dress, 
                                                all 
                                                shadowy 
                                                lined
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                droning 
                                                engine 
                                                throbs 
                                                in 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                your 
                                                beating 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sing 
                                                blue 
                                                silver 
                                                ...
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                your 
                                                beating 
                                                heart 
                                                ...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sing 
                                                blue 
                                                silver 
                                                ...
 
                                    
                                
                            1 The Chauffeur (Album Mix) [feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw]
2 The Chauffeur (Psychosomatic Redux) [feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw]
3 The Chauffeur (Flipside Remix) [feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw]
4 The Chauffeur (Martin Preston Mix) [feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw]
5 The Chauffeur (Lemonsoul Deep House Mix) [feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw]
6 The Chauffeur (Sapphirecut With Dave Shaffer Mix) [feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw]
7 The Chauffeur (Nick Wax's "Drifting Haze" Mix) [feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw]
8 The Chauffeur (Seize Puts On the Breaks Mix) [feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw]
9 The Chauffeur (DJ Vapour Mix) [feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw]
10 The Chauffeur (Timo Mae Dub Mix) [feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw]
11 Send Me an Angel (feat. Kristy Thirsk)
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