Francisca Cortesão - Colin Call lyrics

Reading the cheerful taglines On the places you can still afford to rent You wonder where the money went It was just there Scaling up the blurry pictures Flashes bouncing off the windowpanes Paint peeling off the wooden frames Dust everywhere Crooked tiles on the bathroom walls Funny little entrance halls It gets to be Too much to bear Could you ever call it home? All you wanted was A country house in the city Fruit trees, luscious and pretty Needing no care A respectable a**ortment of linen Some go-to menus for dinner And quiet weekends