歌词
Who are these people
I'm in black treacle
Cue sliding violin
In sympathy
But I'm not running
Enough of broken glass
Enough so I can eat
The dancing feet
A fortune teller
Sea bird feather
Cue the sliding violins
In sympathy yeah
But I'm not running
Enough of broken glass
Enough so I can eat
My dancing feet
Who are these people