Тексты песен «Monday In London»

I see a scarecrow figure she walks into her apartment. The door slams and there's a mirror behind her. In the reflection of that mirror there's a letter on the bed she can't read, her green eyes focus through tears...

I'm adrift on solid snow white sheets. A simple story plays along as I sleep. I stand in the barn doorway looking across my father's farm. And standing in front of me is a little girl with a boy on her arm. He lifts his...

Well I'm starting to be free of this. If I would have died would that have made the rest better? A canary in a coal miner's cage, the last one to go not yet a red letter day. Last night I fell asleep to air. In the...

One voice inside to another says "I've got more problems than us both". But that's so sick to call life a problem that has its needs and needs to be solved. she thinks it over while her satin black mane waves perfectly...

All around I can see you under my sheets, in old photographs of them pulled up to your cheeks. Trying hard to cope with the telephone not ringing but you will never know the touch when your heart is feeling lonely. If...

My God, my mouth you say it did me in. The years, the tears I shared with you my friend. I sit and stare waiting for my pride to mend. Tighten the reigns, hasten your step, many are the pains you plotted while I slept...

His rough hands follow you down to the bed. Wine red sheets cover your skin, it's morning uh huh. You awake to see what you've done, With the lights painting the room faded blue. In young lust we'll die. I should have...

There were things that I had said just to make you mad and I'm give out. True to form you asked about just what was in my head and it's alright. Everyone I seem to know is crying for someone else to lift them up and...

You come in at night, you're not ashamed he knows where you've been. The emergence of life from a night on the town in the city of sin. You turn on the lights and that gut feeling comes back again. Sick from the ashes...