Broken Bicycles by Georga

Broken bicycles, old busted chains,
Rusted handle bars, out in the rain.
Somebody must have an orphanage for
These things that nobody wants any more
September's reminding July
It's time to be saying ... good-bye.
Summer is gone, but our love will remain.
Like old broken bicycles out in the rain.

Broken Bicycles, don't tell my folks;
There's all those playing cards pinned to the spokes,
Laid down like skeletons out on the lawn.
One wheel won't turn while the other has gone.
The seasons can turn on a dime,
Somehow I forget every time;
These things you've given me will always stay
They're broken... but I'll never throw them away

• Alternative
• Swedish pop
• Tom Waits cover
• pop
• reggae
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Sweden