The Outdoor Seminar

Lyrics
Reading papers in the sun, my eyes begin to hurt And the words have just begun when they disappear into the wind I could never understand, I didn't listen I'm too busy watching grass moving to the rhythm of the waves Footsteps from passersby, shouts from the tennis courts Radios blaring through the open window There are questions I should ask, but I don't bother Leave them to somebody else, I'd rather watch the flies at play
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Credits
- Writers
- Friday Brown
- Marian Stockley