One Better Day (Album Version)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:06 duration
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๐ Lyrics
Arlington house, address: no fixed abode
An old man in a three-piece suit sits in the road
He stares across the water, he sees right through the lock
But on and up like outstretched hands
His mumbled words, his fumbled words, mock
Further down, a photo booth, a million plastic bags
And an old woman filling out a million baggage tags
But when she gets thrown out, three bags at a time
She spies the old chap in the road to share her bags with
She has bags of time
Surrounded by his past, on a short white line
He sits while cars pass either side, takes his time
Trying to remember one better day
A while ago when people stopped to hear him say
Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
Now she has walked enough through rainy town
She rests her bag against his and sits down
She's trying to remember one better day
A while ago when people stopped to hear her say
Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
The feeling of arriving when you've nothing left to lose
Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
The feeling of arriving when you've nothing left to lose
An old man in a three-piece suit sits in the road
He stares across the water, he sees right through the lock
But on and up like outstretched hands
His mumbled words, his fumbled words, mock
Further down, a photo booth, a million plastic bags
And an old woman filling out a million baggage tags
But when she gets thrown out, three bags at a time
She spies the old chap in the road to share her bags with
She has bags of time
Surrounded by his past, on a short white line
He sits while cars pass either side, takes his time
Trying to remember one better day
A while ago when people stopped to hear him say
Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
Now she has walked enough through rainy town
She rests her bag against his and sits down
She's trying to remember one better day
A while ago when people stopped to hear her say
Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
The feeling of arriving when you've nothing left to lose
Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
The feeling of arriving when you've nothing left to lose
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.41] Arlington house, address: no fixed abode
[00:16.23] An old man in a three-piece suit sits in the road
[00:24.46] He stares across the water, he sees right through the lock
[00:31.65] But on and up like outstretched hands
[00:37.15] His mumbled words, his fumbled words, mock
[00:44.30] Further down, a photo booth, a million plastic bags
[00:56.06] And an old woman filling out a million baggage tags
[01:04.20] But when she gets thrown out, three bags at a time
[01:11.49] She spies the old chap in the road to share her bags with
[01:18.66] She has bags of time
[01:21.48] Surrounded by his past, on a short white line
[01:27.77] He sits while cars pass either side, takes his time
[01:35.92] Trying to remember one better day
[01:43.12] A while ago when people stopped to hear him say
[01:51.27] Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
[02:00.26] Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
[02:08.44] Now she has walked enough through rainy town
[02:22.96] She rests her bag against his and sits down
[02:31.01] She's trying to remember one better day
[02:39.16] A while ago when people stopped to hear her say
[02:46.48] Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
[02:55.46] Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
[03:03.55] Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
[03:26.23] Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
[03:34.34] The feeling of arriving when you've nothing left to lose
[03:42.50] Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
[03:47.98] Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
[03:57.84] The feeling of arriving when you've nothing left to lose
[04:05.19]
[00:16.23] An old man in a three-piece suit sits in the road
[00:24.46] He stares across the water, he sees right through the lock
[00:31.65] But on and up like outstretched hands
[00:37.15] His mumbled words, his fumbled words, mock
[00:44.30] Further down, a photo booth, a million plastic bags
[00:56.06] And an old woman filling out a million baggage tags
[01:04.20] But when she gets thrown out, three bags at a time
[01:11.49] She spies the old chap in the road to share her bags with
[01:18.66] She has bags of time
[01:21.48] Surrounded by his past, on a short white line
[01:27.77] He sits while cars pass either side, takes his time
[01:35.92] Trying to remember one better day
[01:43.12] A while ago when people stopped to hear him say
[01:51.27] Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
[02:00.26] Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
[02:08.44] Now she has walked enough through rainy town
[02:22.96] She rests her bag against his and sits down
[02:31.01] She's trying to remember one better day
[02:39.16] A while ago when people stopped to hear her say
[02:46.48] Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
[02:55.46] Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
[03:03.55] Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
[03:26.23] Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
[03:34.34] The feeling of arriving when you've nothing left to lose
[03:42.50] Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
[03:47.98] Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
[03:57.84] The feeling of arriving when you've nothing left to lose
[04:05.19]