Kelvingrove Baby from Kelvingrove Baby by The Bathers

Sometimes I used to
Fly away each night
On the wings
Of an old love song
Somehow I used to feel
That I was weak
Then I grew strong
I call your name
You call my name
Doubt among us rose
Like provincial song
Will we be strong enough
To carry on?
I’ll be waiting for you
Waiting ’til you’re sure
(Under the circus Down by the trees
Under the August sun)
If the glory of love
Will see us through
I don’t know maybe
Then you can be my
Kelvingrove Baby
If I could reach you
I would walk all night
To hold you
In the racing dawn
Someday I know
That you’ll be back
I can hear your laugh
In an old love song
You knew my name
I knew your name
Drawn to the rose
Through the crowded thorns
Will we be strong enough
To carry on?
I’ll be waiting for you
Waiting ’til you’re sure
(Under the circus
Down by the trees
Under the August sun)
If the glory of love
Will see us through
I don’t know maybe
Then you can be my
Kelvingrove Baby
Something about loving
Something about hope
And fading footsteps
Down a long-distance line
Somehow desire
Forever flickers
In her green
And cinnabar-flecked eyes
When your girl looks at you
Yes when she sighs
When she moves beside you
You want the moment
Touched with magic
And immortality
You want rain
You want soft music
And the last words to be about love

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• orchestral
• United Kingdom