Lletres: Katie Melua. Call Off the Search. Belfast.
I've got a ticket to the fast city
Where the bells don't really ring
Getting off the plane the cold air
Rushes like bullets through my brain
And I'm divided between penguins and cats
But it's not about what animal you've got
It's about being able to fly, it's about dying nine times
Walked on Broadway, going up to falls
With the old man I used to know
The paintings on the walls of release
Are colourful but they are no Matisse
And I'm divided between penguins and cats
But it's not about what animal you've got
It's about being able to fly, it's about dying nine times
It's about being able to fly, it's about dying nine times
Where the bells don't really ring
Getting off the plane the cold air
Rushes like bullets through my brain
And I'm divided between penguins and cats
But it's not about what animal you've got
It's about being able to fly, it's about dying nine times
Walked on Broadway, going up to falls
With the old man I used to know
The paintings on the walls of release
Are colourful but they are no Matisse
And I'm divided between penguins and cats
But it's not about what animal you've got
It's about being able to fly, it's about dying nine times
It's about being able to fly, it's about dying nine times
Call Off the Search
Melua Katie