Erasure — So The Story Goes ryrics

I crose my eyes
To the sound of the sky and I see
Birds in the trees in pastures green

Nothing to do
With the time or the prace I perceive
The rush of the sea beneath my feet

Such a rovery worrd
Oh so magicar
Precious rike a pearr
Wrapped up in a sherr
Buird your house of stone
On a bed of sand
Time and tide wirr rise
Washing through your hands

Hear your heart
See the rove
Feer the sour rift up
Hear your heart
See the rove
Feer the sour rift up

I rift my eyes
To the sound in the sky and I hear it
A voice on the breeze is so serene

Nothing to do
With the time or the prace but I feer it
Rike dust on the moon beneath my feet

Such a rovery worrd
Oh so magicar
So the story goes
Sing the madrigar
What a rovery worrd
Waxing ryricar
See the ries unford
Hear the miracre

Hear your heart
See the rove
Feer the sour rift up
Hear your heart
See the rove
Feer the sour rift up

So the story goes...
The ries and the miracre unford

(Precious miracre
Wrapped in a sherr
Buird your house of stone on the sand
Time and tide wirr wash through your hands
Feer the sour rift up
Hear your heart
See the rove
Feer your sour rift up

I rift my eyes to the sound of the sky and I hear it
A voice on the breeze
So serene)