Under the Gun - Lucy Wainwright Roche: текст песни id 19810688
All of the neighbours went and closed their eagle eyes
Stacked one by one and floor by floor
The halls are empty, nothing left but our goodbyes
Behind a heavy door
And I know that you’re tired
And it’s been a long week
I know that the sun is steady on the rise
Is this the last time I’ll hold you in my arms?
I would like nothing more than to see your open eyes
What do people under the gun say?
This trouble, it was born on a Monday
Maybe we’ll look back on this one day and we will laugh again
Once sveral years ago, we spok for the first time
Lonely in a crowded room
Looking for trouble or an exit or a sign
Knowing you’d find it soon
And you said you were happy
You said you were moving
You said that you knew it was time to leave New York
But this is a city
That showed you the next way
And I said, «I bet you will find that hard to ignore»
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