Artist | Crowded House |
Song | Private Universe |
Intro | No |
Outro | No |
Sound Mix | Stereo |
Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
Release date |
No time no place to talk about the weather the promise of love is hard to ignore you said the chance wasn't getting any better labour of love is ours to endure the highest branch on the apple tree it was my favourite place to be I could hear them braking free but they could not see me 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 ... |