Or as an artists muse in London
Drifting from hand to hand
Maybe I was born to be a sailor
Drop my anchors in Antigua
As a travelling fisherman
But I am home wherever you are near
There's no life in anything
When you're not here
What could take my love away?
Maybe I was destined for philosophy
Leading leftist ideologies
At the Paris-Sorbonne
Dreaming up the splendid demise
Of the societies we despise
At Café de Flore
But these things lose all their meaning and allure
If you're not there to
Witness the grandeur
What could shake my love away?
Maybe we'll be missionaries in the Congo
Revolutionaries in Cuba
Perhaps we'll build a home
In the shadows of the forest
Along the east coast, or the west coast
I forget where we decided
As long as I'm with you when we do it
I could trade the views in
For any pallet
Nothing can take my love away
Nothing can take my love away
Maybe I'd be better off in Berlin Or as an artists muse in London Drifting from hand to hand Maybe I was born to be a sailor Drop my anchors in Antigua As a travelling fisherman But I am home wherever you are near There's no life in anything When you're not here What could take my love away? Maybe I was destined for philosophy Leading leftist ideologies At the Paris-Sorbonne Dreaming up the splendid demise Of the societies we despise At Café de Flore But these things lose all their meaning and allure If you're not there to Witness the grandeur What could shake my love away? Maybe we'll be missionaries in the Congo Revolutionaries in Cuba Perhaps we'll build a home In the shadows of the forest Along the east coast, or the west coast I forget where we decided As long as I'm with you when we do it I could trade the views in For any pallet Nothing can take my love away Nothing can take my love away Explain Request ×
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