Beethoven St. letra

I remember my old Beethoven Street:
with the market on the corner always closed.
A place that will never change in time;
when you find it you can tell that it's mine.

Backyard in the sun, runners up at dawn,
motorcars with mufflers charged raced after dark…

I knew I could never really leave:
there's a handprint on the sidewalk I've outgrown.
In a place that I will always call my home...
Never forget it. Never leave it alone

Never let it go now.
You know Beethoven was my own.

Sunday's Best - Letras

• Beethoven St.
• Brave, But Brittle...
• Bruise-Blue
• Congratulations
• Don't Let It Fade
• Homing Device
• If We Had It Made
• In Beats Like Trains
• Indian Summer
• Instead, He Falls
• Looks Like a Mess
• Los Feliz Arms
• Our Left Coast Ambitions
• Red Herring
• Saccharine
• The Californian
• The Hardest Part
• The Salt Mines of Santa Monica
• The Try
• Too Soon to Laugh
• Tracing Paper
• Truest You
• When Is Pearl Harbor Day?
• White Picket Fences
• Winter-Owned
• Without Meaning
• You Did This