paroles de chanson Farmers Market - Pulp

That was a good year, the one when we still believed
Despite all evidence pointin' to the contrary
I had nothin'
I had nothin' to base this love upon
Nothin' but a feelin' way down at the base of my spine
That's got nothin' at all to do with my mind, no

Just a feelin'
Just a feelin'
Now I stalk the labyrinth of my own myth
Searchin' for clues with this fadin' glow stick
But I've found nothin'
No, I found nothin' to base my life upon
Nothin' but this feelin' way down at the base of my spine
That's got nothin' at all to do with my mind, no

There was no coat-check, so we wore our dreams out on the dance floor
We danced so hard, got so hot that they fused to us all
We thought we were just jokin', tryin' dreams on for size
We never realized we'd be stuck with them for the rest of our natural lives

Summoned from the dark under the most extraordinary circumstances
That's when I saw you, babe, in the car park of the Farmers Market
Backlit by the sunset, or maybe the fires markin' the end of the world
I stammered some pleasantries as I walked back to the car
And then I thought, "Hold on
Are these groceries really that important?
More important than gettin' your number, and findin' out who you actually are?"

Well, you made it easy on me, babe
You smiled, and I could see that life had got to you too
It was nothin' serious, just a flesh wound
Still workin' on the dream

And I said, "Hey babe, ain't it time we started livin'?"
Ain't it time we started livin'?
Ain't it time we started livin'?
Ain't it time we started livin'?
In a car park?
But then the future broke through
And I knew that I was right

Ain't it time we started feelin'?
Ain't it time we started feelin'?
Ain't it time we started feelin'?