We're Looking For A Lot Of Love

This town's been raining for too long For me to find my way to you You see me everywhere I see you in my boots And in my hair and in my pair For you is such that we could Never find the lover way to be Every time that we walk the streets I try my best to keep up with the beat You're everything that I never could keep I hear the sound and it starts to repeat Oh, oh oh It's there in everywhere that we could meet And even when we're out of sorts We carry you, I always talk so Just a sport to move toward Every time that we walk the streets I try my best to keep up with the beat You're everything that I never could keep I hear the sound and it starts to repeat Oh, oh oh Underneath a burning tree That is where she brought me That is where she bound me Nobody found me Underneath a burning tree That is where she brought me That is where she bound me Nobody found me --- We're Looking for a Lot of Love - Robert Wyatt and Hot Chip