Letras
That day the clouds came
Rolling in at 2pm
We took our plates outside and in again
But we did admire them
Rolling in, rolling in
Blackening, blackening
Billowing in our hearts
We thought that we would
Have to run for cover
Juggling our crockery
Knives and our forks and spoons
Yet in ten minutes or
It had all blown through
And it was beating blue, beating blue
High above my head and your head
Oh, how English the juggling of crockery is
While I chose to scrub the tree free of aphids
While you tap, tap, tap danced in the rattly shoes
You made
Tap, tap, tap
Keep your time, that's what you say
Well we were the time makers that day
Making time, making time
Breathing in, breathing in
Breathing out
We know that we can
Always go find cover
Juggling our crockery
Fits and our bobs and booms
'Cause in an hour or so
It will have blown through
It will be beating blue, beating blue
High above my head and your head
Oh, how we were the time makers that day
While I climbed up on a wall
And gave the bay tree a haircut
While you continued to practice
In the rattly shoes you made
Tap, tap, tap
Make time
Make time
Make time