Текст песни
I thought you might see things my way, it s getting harder not to breathe
Each one as hopeless as it seems, waiting for the morning to come
Waiting for the morning to come, each one as hopeless as it seems
Fin other places yet unknown, all the confusion you emote Time, down undisturbed provincial lanes
and through the ancillary towns
antediluvian regret
I thought you might have more to say, with one wrong turn we all were lost, i thought you might see things my way
Trying to wish the world away, all the confusion you emote
With one wrong turn we all were lost, antediluvian regret
Trying to wish the world away, all the confusion you emote, waiting for the morning to come
Waiting for the morning to come, antediluvian regret
Waiting for the morning to come, in every color that you dream This, waiting for the morning to come
I thought you might see things my way, i thought you might see things my way, on the meandering pathway home
their winter lawns all lined with frost
Their winter lawns all lined with frost, when i can see it on your sleeve, on the meandering pathway home
I spent forever and a day, when i can see it on your sleeve Crushed, in your enthusiastic coat
when i can see it on your sleeve
Their winter lawns all lined with frost, on the meandering pathway home
In every color that you dream, we ought to take the subway down This, down undisturbed provincial lanes
Beneath the clouds all wet with rain, in every color that you dream
Down undisturbed provincial lanes, when all the leaves had fallen down
i thought you might see things my way
held like its your last cigarette
i thought you might have more to say
When all the leaves had fallen down, to someplace where we can t be found
To someplace where we can t be found, we ought to take the subway down
In every color that you dream, when i can see it on your sleeve Stars, each one as hopeless as it seems
With one wrong turn we all were lost, in every color that you dream
Antediluvian regret, in every color that you dream
to someplace where we can t be found
fin other places yet unknown
And through the ancillary towns, fin other places yet unknown, their winter lawns all lined with frost
Their winter lawns all lined with frost, i thought you might have more to say Every, when i can see it on your sleeve
Down undisturbed provincial lanes, my hands are cold, down undisturbed provincial lanes
trying to wish the world away
When i can see it on your sleeve, i spent forever and a day Time, each one as hopeless as it seems
trying to wish the world away
Down undisturbed provincial lanes, in your enthusiastic coat Stars, fin other places yet unknown
their winter lawns all lined with frost
Their winter lawns all lined with frost, i thought you might see things my way
In your enthusiastic coat, waiting for the morning to come, we ought to take the subway down
when all the leaves had fallen down
Held like its your last cigarette, all the confusion you emote, my hands are cold