Broken Bicycles Songtext

von Rebekka Bakken

Broken bicycles
Old busted chains
With busted handle bars
Out in the rain
Somebody must
Have an orphanage for
All these things that nobody
Wants any more
September's reminding july
It's time to be saying good-bye

Summer is gone
Our love will remain
Like old broken bicycles
Out in the rain

Broken bicycles
Don't tell my folks
There's all those playing cards
Pinned to the spokes
Laid down like skeletons
Out on the lawn
The wheels won't turn
When the other has gone
The seasons can turn on a dime
Somehow I forget every time
For all the things that you've given me
Will always stay
Broken, but I'll never throw them away