Kaleidoscope Days In The Rain lyrics

Days In The Rain by Kaleidoscope

Days In The Rain lyrics

Days in the rain 
Down to Josephine's house for tea 
French toast and Elvis 
French kisses for a boy called me 

Scrumping apples in Harrow 
Throwing fallers at black Austin cars 
Lemon-ices at De La Mura's 
Plotting my life by the stars 
And I remember the scent of my father's Christmas cigar 

Traces of lives 
Like gold -dust in a museum of rooms 
In the corner the black and white television 
blinking like a prophet of doom 
And I remember my father falling like a stone from the moon 

It's all in the past 
It's all in the photographs 
It all looks familiar, but we don't know the places 
We know that we love them 
But we cannot put names to the faces 
Those faces -- those beautiful faces 

Days in the rain 
Bruises and powerful scars 
I swollowed a sixpence 
Someone said: " Who'd you think you are? " 
And I remember the scent of my father's Christmas cigar