Marco PETER

• Titel: Heathrow
• Interpret: Slim
• Album: Interstate Medicine
• Genre: Pop
• Sprache: Englisch
• Erschienen: 14. Oktober 2006
• Dauer: 3:53 min
• Qualität: 128 kbps | Grösse: 6,2 MB
• Qualität: 224 kbps | Grösse: 6,6 MB
• Hörerbewertung: [ratings id=“3248″]

Sobald ich den Namen eines gewissen Londoner Flughafens höre oder lese, kommt mir immer dieser Song in den Sinn. 🙂

Slim – der Interpret dieses Titels – ist jedoch kein Engländer sondern Amerikaner.

Lyrics / Songtext

booked a flight to Heathrow/if it ever clears
i’m taking a chance on the weather
leave the runway/raise the gear
it’s taking a turn for the better

so turn your radio on/turn your radio loud
i’m coming over the air/then i’m going to ground
so c’mon give it a spin/hear me coming around

and i can’t keep my heart/from falling apart
so i’m leaving it behind right here with you
and i’ll be keeping my hands to myself like we planned
but every London lover thinks she’s an exception to the rule

did you get my postcard/wish you were here
it’s hard to tell your signal from the static
and i think your satellite/has left the atmosphere
tell Mission Control it’s time to panic

so turn your radio on/turn your radio loud
i’m coming over the air/then i’m going to ground
so c’mon give it a spin/hear me coming around

and i can’t keep my heart/from falling apart
so i’m leaving it behind right here with you
and i’ll be keeping my hands to myself if i can
but every London lover thinks she’s an exception to the rule

at the seat of the empire/where the sun never sets
i’m surrounded by redcoats/smoking French cigarettes
this flag that i’m flying/is drawing enemy fire
and i could use reinforcements ‚cause i’ve caught them coming through your wires

and i can’t keep my heart/from falling apart
so i’m leaving it behind right here with you
and i’ll be keeping my hands to myself if i can
but every London lover thinks she’s an exception to the rule

and i can’t keep my heart/from falling apart
so i’m leaving it behind right here with you
and i’ll be keeping my hands to myself if i can
but every London lover thinks she’s an exception to the rule