Lunar Bay Songtext
von Frankie Goes to Hollywood
Lunar Bay Songtext
Walk right through my soul, keep out the cold
Make me lose control, fill me with love
My mind is blasing and were escaping, the real world
Swing and sway on Lunar bay
On Lunar bay, yeah
Touch my very soul, makes me lose control
My dreams unfold, you fill me with love
Feel me walking in the sun
Hear me talking to the moon
I won′t change for anyone
I'm just for you
Touch my very soul, makes me lose control
My dreams unfold, fill me with love
The train of faces are going places, get on board
Swing and sway on Lunar bay
On Lunar bay, yeah
Swing and sway, swing and sway
Feel me walking in the sun
Hear me talking to the moon
I won′t change for anyone
I'm just for you
When the wind rushes in
To hemald the king
Just stay in my heart
Forever more
Feel me walking in the sun
I won't change for anyone
When the wind rushes in
To hemald the king
Just stay in my heart
Forever more
In the sun
I won′t change for anyone
In the common age of automation, where people might
Eventually work ten or twenty hours a week
Man for the first time will be forced to confront himself with
The true spiritual problems of living
Make me lose control, fill me with love
My mind is blasing and were escaping, the real world
Swing and sway on Lunar bay
On Lunar bay, yeah
Touch my very soul, makes me lose control
My dreams unfold, you fill me with love
Feel me walking in the sun
Hear me talking to the moon
I won′t change for anyone
I'm just for you
Touch my very soul, makes me lose control
My dreams unfold, fill me with love
The train of faces are going places, get on board
Swing and sway on Lunar bay
On Lunar bay, yeah
Swing and sway, swing and sway
Feel me walking in the sun
Hear me talking to the moon
I won′t change for anyone
I'm just for you
When the wind rushes in
To hemald the king
Just stay in my heart
Forever more
Feel me walking in the sun
I won't change for anyone
When the wind rushes in
To hemald the king
Just stay in my heart
Forever more
In the sun
I won′t change for anyone
In the common age of automation, where people might
Eventually work ten or twenty hours a week
Man for the first time will be forced to confront himself with
The true spiritual problems of living
Writer(s): Mark William O'toole, Holly, Brian Philip Nash, Peter Gill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com