Words and music by saint etienne

He already knows There's something on her mind And he'd give her the world But she stumbles every time It's so hard 'cause he Wants her always She believes him, says Maybe someday I'll get an answer...

Ghosts Of an ancient song Seem to hide in many places Bringing back so many faces And I Know that it's been too long But the spirits in the air It's like the tunes are everywhere I wanna go I can't...

He's the record doctor Tell him what's wrong Give him a problem And he'll cure it with song He's the record doctor Tell him your woes He'll reach in his bag And he'll give you a dose Of pure heaven...