Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crowded House
Crowded House
Performer
Matt Austin
Matt Austin
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Finn
Neil Finn
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Youth
Youth
Producer
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
Greg Hunter
Greg Hunter
Engineer

Lyrics

(What's happening here?) No time no place to talk about the weather Promise of love is hard to ignore You said the chance wasn't getting any better Labour of love is ours to endure Highest branch on the apple tree It was my favourite place to be I could hear them breaking free But they could not see me I will run for shelter Endless summer lift the curse It feels like nothing matters In our private universe I have all I want is that simple enough Whole lot more I'm thinking of Every night about six o'clock Birds come back to the palm to talk They talk to me, birds talk to me If I go down on my knees I will run for shelter Endless summer lift the curse It feels like nothing matters In our private universe Feels like nothing matters In our private universe And it's a pleasure that I have known And it's a treasure that I have gained And it's a pleasure that I have known It's a tight squeeze but I won't let go Then is on the table and the dinner's cold I will run for shelter Endless summer lift the curse Feels like nothing matters In our private universe I will run for shelter Endless summer lift the curse Feels like nothing matters In our private universe
Writer(s): Neil Finn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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