Bicycles Songtext
von The Clientele

Bicycles have drifted through these
Leaves still wet with rain
August now has faded
In the silence of the rain


I remember one Sunday
Riding in through the gate
Three balloons in a white sky
1978

Playgrounds where we spent our days
Return within our dreams
What it is
It isn′t up to me

I've been driving in my car
On Sunday in the rain
And my life is slipping so
Away