No one ever saw you moving through the dark Leaving slips of paper somewhere in the park Hidden from your friends, stealing all they knew Love is thrown in airless rooms, thin vile rewards for you And I'm gonna tell, yes, I've gotta tell Gotta tell the things you said When you're talking in the dark And I'm gonna tell the things you've done When you're walking through the park Some night on the thrill-less street Will come a silent gun You've got a dangerous part You stole their trust, their moon, their sun They'll come such [?] needle on a crowded train I bet you feel so lonely you could die
Buldings crammed with people, landscapes filled with wrath Gray concrete city, rain has wet the street I want to see you clearly before you close the door A room of bloody history, you made sure of that I can see you as a corpse hanging from a beam I could read you like a book I can feel you falling I hear you moaning in your room Oh, see if I care Oh, please, please make it soon walls have got you cornered You've got the blues, my friend And people don't like you But you will leave without a sound, or a God, an end. Hopefully I love you. Death along shall love you I hope you feel so lonely you could die Feel so lonely you could die You feel so lonely you could dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
