paroles de chanson The Perfect Crime - Live - Cold Chisel

Summer lightning slips in sheets, the negative reveals
The last house where this dogtown meets the river, meets the fields
From out the East I'd say, the thunderhead could be a thousand miles away
Out off the coast, unreal

I've been thinkin', off and on, about you
About the summer now gone, and what I mean to do
All in all, this town, is only need, you need to not be found
For a while, for a turn or two

You, on the other hand, just may be
A whole new and fascinating personality
How long, you think, could be the first to turn away
Once fired, on that trajectory

How long could we play
Who'd be the first to peel away before the end
Is what I'd like to see

Yeah, we can look around
But we ain't got much time
Baby, we'll be, the perfect crime

Summer lightning shifts in sheets, across the world tonight
All across this little town, this little party light
Strung out with the others, down a highway bleak and beautiful as you
All flash, and no relief in sight

One kiss, you and I, could outdo anything we do
For a while, and that's alright

Yeah, you can look around
But we ain't got much time
Baby, we'll be, the perfect crime
Baby, we'll be, the perfect crime

Yeah
We're gonna do this song right now
I live in a small town called Berrima
There's not many that people livin' there, there's about 350 people there
And this is a song about the last woman who got hung there
It's a fuckin' small town, we need all the chicks we can get, you know
This one's about Lucy
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