Seven (Crookers Remix)

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, illness

And we dream about heaven

I know it

I think I know it from a hymn, ah

They said so

It doesn't need no explanation, oh

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 hymn, ah

They said so

It doesn't need no explanation, oh

Or a box to open up with light and sound

And if you don't, you're on your own

I know it

I think I know it from a hymn, ah

They said so

It doesn't need no explanation, oh

Or a box to open up with light and sound

Making you cold, very cold