Crowded House

Songwriter: Neil Finn

Producer: Martin Glover Crowded House

No time, no place to talk about the weather
Promise of love is hard to ignore
You said the chance wasn't getting any better
Labour of love is ours to endure
Highest branch on the apple tree
It was my favourite place to be
I could hear them breaking free
But they could not see me

(I) I will run for shelter
Endless summer, lift the curse
It feels like nothing matters
In our private universe

I have all I want, is that simple enough?
A whole lot more I'm thinking of
Every night, about six o'clock
Birds come back to the pond to talk
They talk to me, birds talk to me
If I go down on my knees

(I) I will run for shelter
Endless summer, lift the curse
It feels like nothing matters
In our private universe
Feels like nothing matters
In our private universe

And it's a pleasure that I have known
And it's a treasure that I have gained
And it's a pleasure that I have known, oh

It's a tight squeeze but I won't let go
Time is on the table and the dinner's cold

(I) I will run for shelter
Endless summer, lift the curse
It feels like nothing matters
In our private universe
I will run for shelter
Endless summer, lift the curse
Feels like nothing matters
In our private universe

Crowded House is a rock band from Melbourne, Australia. The founding members Neil Finn (vocalist, guitarist, primary songwriter) and Australians Paul Hester (drums) and Nick Seymour (bass) begain in 1985, and later the band included Finn’s brother Tim, Mark Hart, and Matt Sherrod.

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