Songtext von Write About Love

I know a spell That would make you well Write about love, It could be in any tense, but it must make sense I know a trick: Forget that you are sick Write about love, It could be in any form, hand it to me in the morning I hate my job I'm working way too much (everyday I'm stuck in an office) At one o'clock I take my lunch up on the roof (up on the roof) The city's right below I write about a man He's intellectual and he's hot But he understands The seconds move on (if you watch the clock) And the sky grows dark (if you're looking up) But the girls move from thrill to thrill on the tightrope walk (on the tightrope walk) I hate my job I'm working way too much (everyday I'm stuck in an office) At one o'clock I take my lunch up on the roof (up on the roof) The city's right below I write about a man He's intellectual and he's hot But he understands I know a way (so you know the way) Get on your skinny knees and pray (Maybe not today) You've got to see the dreams through the windows and the trees of your living room (of your living room) You've got to see the dreams through the windows and the trees of your living room