In the kissing room, grand central The end of war′s in bloom Waiting in a cloud Of mixed emotions and perfume Perfectly arranged Welcome home bouquets Of hopeful sisters, daughters, wives and mothers
Teetering on tiptoes Underneath the clock Butterflies every time I think it's you I spot Fresh green uniforms No familiar face Tears and lovers running Hurried heels applaud as they
Embrace The way we did A trembling goodbye Each breaking a promise not to cry Lips on my forehead My hands on your cheeks Is this how you remember me?
Sounds of bullets and hearts breaking In my ears as I roam Round the shoeshine boy still sleeping Near a booth of telephones As empty As the pockets Of the beggar at the door Who seems to gaze right through me And doesn′t hear me call your
Name, the way I did Into the whispering stones Every night in vain To bring you home In the blue dress you love My curls pinned up high Just as you remember me
In the kissing room, grand central There's no announcement board No walls now, just a flower stand Time has it all transformed Shifting into focus A slow familiar stride And a smile I recognise Inside the maze of lines
Etched across your face Collecting happy tears It's you, who went on living all these years At last we will catch The train when it leaves First won′t you, please Kiss me In the kissing roomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
