I'm writing this to say goodbye To what you never should reply That all of the Lords and Demons that you leave I stand entirely alone That is to say your loving me Would be our only crime
And isn't it a pity You can see all her beauty clearly In the midst of some grey city In the midst of all this love
Many men have loved the bells You fastened to the rain And everyone who wanted you Found what she would always want again And I'd have been the dust for you And I'd have been the grass for you
But you tell me with your beauty You can see her duty clearly In the midst of New-York-City In the midst of all my love
Your body like a searchlight In the prison of my need Oh I would share your loneliness And I demand your greed And everything depends upon How near you sleep to me
And isn't it a pity You can see all her duty clearly In the midst of New-York-City In the midst of all our love.
I will be writing this When you are so very young again That the forests that you burned away And then sailed away are truly truly gone I will be waiting where a starfish is your head And the jewels for your shoulders Fall through the walls of sand Fall through the walls of sand.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
