Jonathan Thompson - Peckham To Paradise Lyrics
The way she looked, the way she cried and the way she sighedShe was looking for somethingHer auburn hair, her hazel eyes and a voice insideShe was looking for somethingCome over to my place darlingWhat will be, will beThe hour is late and waitingFor a coffee and something niceFrom Peckham to paradiseIn the crowd, in the noise and the voidShe was looking for somethingLike a jewel, like a light, shining brightShe was looking for somethingThe way she moved, through the air without a careShe was looking for somethingWithout a noise, in the night no one in sightShe was looking for something