Seven (Martyn's Seventh Mix)

I've got a friend who I've known since I was seven

We used to talk on that phone

If we have time, if it's the right time

Accompany me by the kitchen sink

We talk about love, we talk about dishwater tablets

And we dream about heaven

I know it, I think I know it from a heaven (ah-ah-ah)

They said so, it doesn't need no explanation (oh, ah-ah)

Or a box to open up with light and sound

Making you cold, very cold

I leave home at seven

Under a heavy sky, I ride my bike up

I ride my bike down

November smoke, and your toes cold now

A new color on the globe, it goes from white to red

A little voice in my head said so

I know it, I think I know it from a heaven (ah-ah-ah)

They said so, it doesn't need no explanation (oh-ah)

Or a box to open up with light and sound

And if you don't, you'll run your own

I know it, I think I know it from a heaven (ah-ah-ah)

They said so, it doesn't need no explanation (oh-ah)

Or a box to open up with light and sound

Making you cold, very cold

Make you running round the globe

Make you running round the globe

Make you running round the globe

Make you running round the globe

Make you running round the globe

Make you running round the globe

Make you running round the globe

Make you running round the globe