There's a telephone ringing in an empty room And car brakes squealing Distant traffic, constant sighing Far-off voices mumbling Vah-vah-vah, jet plane droning Dogs barking, kitchens moaning Dishes rattling in a sink A screen door slams Someone's laughing Grass is being softly trembled Heavy object dragged on gravel Children screaming My own heart beating Fighting down the panic, panic, panic Shapeless silhouettes slipping Just out of sight Car headlights screaming Inescapable light Telephone voice droning The words can't be right You were warm, even breathing This Sunday last night Lying formless faces Turning away Deaf lips fall silent No words to say If only they'd leave me Perhaps you might stay In my windowless room Night turns to day There's a crack in my walls And it looks just like you Sometimes my sheets are the hills of Arabia But someone always pulls them down again Now I think I can hear you An inaudible sigh In the mirror I see you're In-betweening by And I reach out to touch you This must be a lie I call out your name But there is no replyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
