The Kettle Sings,
[Verse 1] The kettle sings, the radio is on I hear the old guitar across the hall We dance like nobody is keeping time Every road I take still leads me home [Chorus] Hold on, the tide is turning slow We painted maps on windows made of frost Hold on, the tide is turning slow We painted maps on windows made of frost [Verse 2] We ran along the river after rain The last train whistles somewhere in the dark So sing it louder, let the rooftops know The city lights are humming low tonight [Chorus] Hold on, the tide is turning slow We painted maps on windows made of frost
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