The Last Refugee - Live in Amsterdam, June, 2018
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โฑ๏ธ 4:23 duration
๐ ID: 5252765
๐ Lyrics
And it's also the end of broadcasting for
Thursday, the end of broadcasting for 1970
Seven to severe hail, nine, decreasing six in Humber later
Rain then showers, moderate to poor becoming good
Southwesterly, six to gale eight, occasionally, severe gale nine
At the third stroke, it will be 11:24 and 50 seconds
At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely
This is the British Broadcasting Corporation
At the third stroke it will be 8:57, precisely
Otherwise variable rainfall, mainly northerly in the southeast
A Happy New Year to you all
At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely
Goodnight, everyone
Lie with me now
Under lemon tree skies
Show me the shy, slow smile you keep hidden
By warm brown eyes
Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely apart
And wonder at love's sweet ache
And the wild beat of my heart
Oh, rhapsody tearing me apart
And I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my child
She was taking a last look at the sea
Wading through dreams, up to our knees
In warm ocean swells
While bathing belles, soft beneath
Hard bitten shells punch their iPhones
Erasing the numbers of redundant lovers
And search the horizon
And you'll find my child
Down by the shore
Digging around for a chain or a bone
Searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea
(The sea, the sea...)
The last refugee
Thursday, the end of broadcasting for 1970
Seven to severe hail, nine, decreasing six in Humber later
Rain then showers, moderate to poor becoming good
Southwesterly, six to gale eight, occasionally, severe gale nine
At the third stroke, it will be 11:24 and 50 seconds
At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely
This is the British Broadcasting Corporation
At the third stroke it will be 8:57, precisely
Otherwise variable rainfall, mainly northerly in the southeast
A Happy New Year to you all
At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely
Goodnight, everyone
Lie with me now
Under lemon tree skies
Show me the shy, slow smile you keep hidden
By warm brown eyes
Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely apart
And wonder at love's sweet ache
And the wild beat of my heart
Oh, rhapsody tearing me apart
And I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my child
She was taking a last look at the sea
Wading through dreams, up to our knees
In warm ocean swells
While bathing belles, soft beneath
Hard bitten shells punch their iPhones
Erasing the numbers of redundant lovers
And search the horizon
And you'll find my child
Down by the shore
Digging around for a chain or a bone
Searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea
(The sea, the sea...)
The last refugee
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.19] And it's also the end of broadcasting for
[00:07.43] Thursday, the end of broadcasting for 1970
[00:10.62] Seven to severe hail, nine, decreasing six in Humber later
[00:14.47] Rain then showers, moderate to poor becoming good
[00:23.02] Southwesterly, six to gale eight, occasionally, severe gale nine
[00:27.13] At the third stroke, it will be 11:24 and 50 seconds
[00:37.24] At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely
[00:41.43] This is the British Broadcasting Corporation
[00:43.09] At the third stroke it will be 8:57, precisely
[00:47.19] Otherwise variable rainfall, mainly northerly in the southeast
[00:52.99] A Happy New Year to you all
[00:54.46] At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely
[01:13.96] Goodnight, everyone
[01:14.69]
[01:19.33] Lie with me now
[01:27.04] Under lemon tree skies
[01:31.74] Show me the shy, slow smile you keep hidden
[01:36.72] By warm brown eyes
[01:40.57]
[01:47.57] Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely apart
[01:57.48] And wonder at love's sweet ache
[02:06.10] And the wild beat of my heart
[02:14.54] Oh, rhapsody tearing me apart
[02:31.32]
[02:40.90] And I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my child
[02:51.67] She was taking a last look at the sea
[03:02.96] Wading through dreams, up to our knees
[03:07.97] In warm ocean swells
[03:10.37] While bathing belles, soft beneath
[03:13.73] Hard bitten shells punch their iPhones
[03:17.60] Erasing the numbers of redundant lovers
[03:22.83] And search the horizon
[03:29.60] And you'll find my child
[03:32.22] Down by the shore
[03:35.13] Digging around for a chain or a bone
[03:40.34] Searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea
[03:46.74] (The sea, the sea...)
[03:55.21] The last refugee
[04:15.96]
[00:07.43] Thursday, the end of broadcasting for 1970
[00:10.62] Seven to severe hail, nine, decreasing six in Humber later
[00:14.47] Rain then showers, moderate to poor becoming good
[00:23.02] Southwesterly, six to gale eight, occasionally, severe gale nine
[00:27.13] At the third stroke, it will be 11:24 and 50 seconds
[00:37.24] At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely
[00:41.43] This is the British Broadcasting Corporation
[00:43.09] At the third stroke it will be 8:57, precisely
[00:47.19] Otherwise variable rainfall, mainly northerly in the southeast
[00:52.99] A Happy New Year to you all
[00:54.46] At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely
[01:13.96] Goodnight, everyone
[01:14.69]
[01:19.33] Lie with me now
[01:27.04] Under lemon tree skies
[01:31.74] Show me the shy, slow smile you keep hidden
[01:36.72] By warm brown eyes
[01:40.57]
[01:47.57] Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely apart
[01:57.48] And wonder at love's sweet ache
[02:06.10] And the wild beat of my heart
[02:14.54] Oh, rhapsody tearing me apart
[02:31.32]
[02:40.90] And I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my child
[02:51.67] She was taking a last look at the sea
[03:02.96] Wading through dreams, up to our knees
[03:07.97] In warm ocean swells
[03:10.37] While bathing belles, soft beneath
[03:13.73] Hard bitten shells punch their iPhones
[03:17.60] Erasing the numbers of redundant lovers
[03:22.83] And search the horizon
[03:29.60] And you'll find my child
[03:32.22] Down by the shore
[03:35.13] Digging around for a chain or a bone
[03:40.34] Searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea
[03:46.74] (The sea, the sea...)
[03:55.21] The last refugee
[04:15.96]