Living Room
Like An Angel Passing Through My Room - Abba
I'm off to Niagara Falls
To stop me bouncing off the walls
But I had to travel all alone.
Left him by the fireplace
Getting slowly off his face.
Oh, I love this solitude.
Now he's just a bit subdued,
But he won't do that to me again;
All in gloom...
Sitting, sulking, in our living room.
This trip is the stuff of dreams.
I've seen these in movie scenes
But I never dared to, in the past.
Now my baggage strap's entwined
With my scarf, well, never mind.
If I miss this flight, I'll die.
To my dream I'd say ''goodbye''.
Then I'd have to crawl off home tonight,
All in gloom...
Creeping back into our living room.
Oh, damn his eyes!
I guess I'll forgive him, by and by
Home, very soon
To my baby, in our living room.











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