Crowded House — Private Universe Home Demo

Talk about the weather. The promise of love is hard to ignore. Then you say, it’s getting any better. The promises of love is out to endure Highest branch on the apple tree, it was my favourite place to be. I could hear them breaking free, but the could not see me I always told you something. There will be some happiness. And now the ice is broken, I must admit I am impressed And I will run for shelter. Endless summer lift thе curse. Feels like nothing matters, in our privatе universe And all I want, is that simple enough, to hold more I’m thinking of. Every night, ‘bout six o’clock, bird come back to the palm to talk. Talk to me, birds talk to me, if I go down on my knee I see you in heaven. There will be some happiness. And now the ice is broken, I must admit I am impressed And I will run for shelter. Endless summer lift the curse. Feels like nothing matters, in our private universe