Daemon had just dropped by to pass the time With a peaceful cigarette Or maybe with a roll-up filter tip He'd still not made it yet Yes, went on down that old cafe By the harbor for a little change of view Took a seat next to the window Like he would like to do Saw the fishing boats The time children fighting over an ice cream cone And a pack of Camels on the shelf and beach Through the rings of smoke he'd blown
Chimney shadows of the factories Grey walls across the floor Telegraph poles and sandy coves Running down and into alone to the shore Yes, and the statue by the quayside Of the lancer once so proud and brave All in remembrance of his heroic deeds As he lies at peace in his grave Yes, in eighteen twenty four Somebody had won a war for sure, he thought And there'd been flags and ribbons waving
There was feast and celebration, in the air cries of joys While outside by a steam-shovel was a child playing with a toy Cheap evening return... Cheap evening return... Cheap evening return...
Yes, in nineteen thirty four Somebody had lost a war There was trial and tribulation
Oh and the laundry lines with pants that dance Shirts flying in the careless breeze Overgrown garden house, glass, doctor, leaves Falling from the trees Like merging into one, lemmings on the run Perhaps should be somewhere else, who good [?] Slithering down the sky was candy floss The child had tossed it up against the window pane And by nineteen something or other Yes somebody might like another war There could be nothin' left to fight for anymore
There'll be feast and celebration, in the air cries of joy While outside by a wheelbarrow was a child playing with a toy Cheap evening return... Cheap evening return... Cheap evening return...
Cheap evening return...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
