Caught in time the king of hearts
He laid it on the greenery and broke my heart
Like cityscapes and pretty things
Like old guitars with broken strings
Oh for a day in the sun in this town
Drinking with you with our friends all around
Oh like a breeze on a hill made of sand
All through the night held the world in my hands
I know it well tricky hands
I heard it on the radio in far off lands
Like cityscapes and pretty things
Like old guitars with broken strings
I love these streets i call my home
Though i know them well there are still unknowns
Oh for a day in the sun in this town
Drinking with you with our friends all around
Oh like a breeze on a hill made of sand
All through the night held the world in my hands
The Mostar Diving Club - Tricky Hands And Radios Lyrics
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Caught in time the king of hearts
He laid it on the greenery and broke my heart
Like cityscapes and pretty things
Like old guitars with broken strings
Oh for a day in the sun in this town
Drinking with you with our friends all around
Oh like a breeze on a hill made of sand
All through the night held the world in my hands
I know it well tricky hands
I heard it on the radio in far off lands
Like cityscapes and pretty things
Like old guitars with broken strings
I love these streets i call my home
Though i know them well there are still unknowns
Oh for a day in the sun in this town
Drinking with you with our friends all around
Oh like a breeze on a hill made of sand
All through the night held the world in my hands
He laid it on the greenery and broke my heart
Like cityscapes and pretty things
Like old guitars with broken strings
Oh for a day in the sun in this town
Drinking with you with our friends all around
Oh like a breeze on a hill made of sand
All through the night held the world in my hands
I know it well tricky hands
I heard it on the radio in far off lands
Like cityscapes and pretty things
Like old guitars with broken strings
I love these streets i call my home
Though i know them well there are still unknowns
Oh for a day in the sun in this town
Drinking with you with our friends all around
Oh like a breeze on a hill made of sand
All through the night held the world in my hands