You opened up your door
I couldn't believe my luck
You in your new blue dress
Taking away my breath
The cradle is soft and warm
Couldn't do me no harm
You're showing me how to give
There is freedom within,
there is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
There's a battle ahead,
many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're travelling with me
Walking 'round the room singing Stormy Weather
at 57 Mount Pleasant Street
Now it's the same room but everything's different
You can fight the sleep but not the dream
Things ain't cookin' in my kitchen
Strange affliction wash over me
Julius Caesar and the Roman Empire
Couldn't conquer the blue sky
Geschreven door Crowded House