You once had a home and job, a family and pride But we all have a price we’ll pay when things go wrong inside Don't wear diamonds, and now you don't wear gold And in the bruises on your face there's stories to be told In the shadow of a cold stone, freezing to the bone But you keep a warm fire burning in your soul Cause you’re gonna spend a black night, console a sad man In a hungry city with a million hungry hearts
When you stand in Sackville It's a different world from the one You knew where little boys meet little girls
As you tread your path, through a jaundiced corridor Where each day has no beginning and no end There are those out here, who claim to be good I suspect that Jesus holidayed in hell What you’d do for a hot drink, or a warm coat Or what you’d give for a means to get you outta here It rains upon your head Lines on your face become rivers into which you cry your Secret tears, secret tears, secret tears, secret tears
The first night we saw you, we were laughing at you We were hanging on the side of the Cortina Oh yeah, you seemed so strong Stronger than a man could ever be Laughing with your sisters in the rain Dancing on a curbstone, when you last saw her But when the trick goes wrong there's no one there to help there There's not a thing that I can do about it I guess I’ll just go home and write a song about it song about it Write about it (2)
It's a cold and trembling girl leans into a strange car Nods unspoken words to an unseen driver sitting there Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
