Voices from a photograph Laugh from your wall Scream through your dreams Wake up Rosemary and wipe your teary eyes
Rise and cross the cold bare floor And watch the moon through frosted glass Damn that photograph I'll have to take it down
She hears the boats as they move down the river She sees a dog straining hard on his leash to get away She hears the clock and it strikes like a hammer Pounding the nails one day further in the coffin of her youth
Evenings with your mother's friends Pregnant eyes, sagging chins Swollen fingertips Pour antique cups of tea
Who are you and where you been? Suspended in a weightless wind Watching trains go by From platforms in the rain
Look at the photograph Dream back last summer Dream back the lips Of that traveling salesman, Mr. Jim
He smelled of miracles With stained glass whispers You loved his laughter You tremble beneath him once again
That's what I want A new shot at life But my coat's too thin My feet won't fly
And I watch the wind and I see another dream blowin' byTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
