On the dark seas on the outskirts Where the rooftops are the waves I wait for you here in retrospect Wondering how you got away Every dark haired woman Passing by I turn to see their face Hoping maybe I'm going to catch a glimpse Of the girl who got away
And the dusty clubs once smokey Now just smell like kerosene I'm blind to all their mysteries Now addicted to my dreams I tried making eyes with a girl in white She smiles, adjusts her stare Years ago I'd have chased her gaze But now I'm too old to care
I still think of you sometimes Whenever I hear that song But it seems to me every now and then Fate's gonna get things wrong
From Dublin town to Hoxton square From Brooklyn to Canterbury I tried to shake you from my mind But you won't stop haunting me 'cause you keep creeping up behind my thoughts Always in the dead of night Then you disappear into the sunset Just as it's getting light
See I miss you like I miss the bitter winds And the mists of late July And I hope you hang your head low now Cause you ain't no friend of mine Hope your pockets they are empty I hope there's nothing up your sleeve And I hope you grip your rosary now Every time you dare to breathe
I still think of you sometimes When the streetlights flicker on But it seems to me every now and then Fate's gonna get things wrong
As the winds pick up momentum All along the Dover coasts In the days that follow Christmas It was you that I missed most And the stories from the front lines Of this endless journey round None of us knew it would take this long To make so little ground
Cause we're still singing to the careless souls In the backrooms of the bars Still waiting for those phone calls With our whiskeys and guitars And the MDIs, and the checkout girls, no longer I can see For all I do is miss the way that you used to look at me
I still think of you sometimes Whenever the nights are long But it seems to me every now and then Fate's gonna get things wrong
Well I know I'll see your face again Many years from here Cause last night's drunken fairytale's Turning to sometime last year But until then we'll sail away Across suburban seas We'll plot our course Bound for the shores of mediocracy
Yes I hope that you are happy now And I hope that you are well And I hope you grip your fake ID When you pass the gates of hell I take one last look at the road I'll never see Though it's fading now I can just make out the silhouettes of you and me
I still think of you sometimes When the streetlights flicker on But it seems to me every now and then Yeah it seems to me every now and then Yeah, seems to me every now and then Fate's gonna get things wrongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.