Testi musica canzoni

Adam's at the window, Staring at the apple trees on fire
Waiting for the windfall, that brings the smile of kings and their desire
Door blows in behind him, a floral pattern summer dress so gay
Burning in the sunlight, too late to wait
For darkenss won't delay, to steal her cherry lips away
For while the coreless tongues of sunlight, Slowly trickle down
The curve of hips her fingertips
In kissing sips we drown
In kissing sips we drown

And Adam will have his way, Adam will have his way

Adam's on the island, living in the land of love
Shadows lurk around him, drunk on the royal jelly of pure love
Full and ripe the fruit hang, for when the prince arrives he will want more
And more and more he will drink from the canvas cup
The son of a swan will then loose his plumera, and he will wear a new age suit
And haunt the joints in town, and play a silver magic flute
And call his lovers down
And call his lovers down

And Adam will have his way, Adam will have his way
Adam will have his way

Adam's at the easel, Painting in the wrinkles and the grey
Waiting for November, Easy with the darkness of the day
Smiles a tear of gladness, and Adams at the window once again
Burning in the sunlight, too late to wait
For darkness won't delay, to steal her cherry lips away
For while the careless tongues of sunlight, Slowly trickle down
The curve of hips, her fingertips
In kissing sips we drown
In kissing sips we drown

And Adam will have his way, Adam will have his way
Adam will have his way
and Adam will have his way, Adam will have his way
Adam will have his way