People Moving Slowly
Peter Breinholt
Now here is the best of my days
But I don't really know it, yes
And every place I see
A little cloud up in the air
But I don't think about it
I get by without it
Down in the streets below
There are people moving slowly
Hold up your little hand and say
You know I never really know that
Hold up your other hand and say
I didn't understand a word
But I don't think about it
I do fine without it
Down in the streets below
There are people moving slowly
Like the roses at your feet
Like the matador's defeat
Like the long and winding road
Like the river flowing
Ohhhhh, whoa
I never really felt that good
About the happy ever after
But every single place I stood
A little cloud up in the air
But I don't think about it
I forget about it
Down in the streets below
There are people moving slowly
Like the king of marigold
Find your way to Jericho
Like a boat upon the shore
Like the stranger at your door
Like the roses at your feet
Like the matador's defeat
Like a long and winding road
Like a river flowing
Oh
We'll go down to that ancient
Down by the road, by the trees
By the ocean
And there pretend that you're all my friends
Even though I don't really know you
So bless your soul
Go out there may somebody find you
It's getting hot round here
Lay your body down in the river
You'll find there
And you won't hurt no more
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