We could throw ourselves in the road but recieve no comfort from street lights Why not come in for a James and escape life We're idle in the meantime Aristocrats and Architects with broken dreams Well I say the dead sea is dying you say you're going underground for a while Well we all need to be recognised for something True as the devil's eyes are blue Work-a-days and underpaids still hold the keys
I see this place from my window It glows on the corner like the rest There are the buzzards and the crows Pecking eyes of a scene self-obsessed
Now, if commandment 11 is don't get caught The 12 must be don't ever tell Then ask yourself, do you believe you'll go to hell My mate went to the crossroads to see the devil but he never showed and if he says that I believe
I hear the place from my window Call me like a lighthouse to the sea There swarm the buzzards and the crows Pulling wide, talking wise endlessly
You and I hanging aroung Writing each others' names Scissors, we cut it out Enchantment we thought might wait No need to be recognised Cause we could be self-assured We could be happy indoors
I know this place from my window I trip out and fall to the ground down below Heads up for the buzzards and the crows Still believe in the void of themselves Still believe in the void of themselves
And all the trees and animals and mountains breatheTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
