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I think it's funny how we turn around at night I think it's crazy when you leave me out of sight You say that your home's far away, and it's not right To stay together and sleep all through the night Til it's tomorrow You're an artist but I just play with words Working different hours, but baby it's absurd That in the morning when I'm dreaming, you're half way home I missed my last alarm call and I'm left to sleep alone Until tomorrow But on Thistle Street, the rain comes through my windows The clouds prevent the sun from coming in And the people that you meet all shy away into this street I guess that's why I'm dreaming about you When you're singing, just play that song you wrote the other night When you're heading out, make sure you wrap up tight Cos it's cold outside and Winter's in the air The streets are icy, and you should take care When you're walking But on Thistle Street, the rain comes through my windows The clouds prevent the sun from coming in And the people that you meet all shy away into this street I guess that's why I'm dreaming about you From Letras Mania