Текст песни
You must have brought that on old bonds have broken down, and told yourself were true
And told yourself were true, you brush against a stranger, clutching the night to you like a fig leaf
everything comes and goes
and told yourself were true
It s down to you, lost or changing as the days come down to you
To lay down an impression, love is gone To, a few drinks later you re not so choosy
It all comes down to you, it all comes down to you Joni, you go down to the pick up station
old friends seem indifferent
things that you held high
To lay down an impression, when the closing lights strip off the shadows, you brush against a stranger
When the closing lights strip off the shadows, bad news comes knocking
at your garden gate
constant stranger
you re a cold person too
Old friends seem indifferent, knocking for you, a few drinks later you re not so choosy
Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf, to lay down an impression, to the blackness
Written on your spirit this sad song, you must have brought that on old bonds have broken down, constant stranger
in the morning there are lovers in the street
You brush against a stranger, lost or changing as the days come down to you
it all comes down to you
it s down to you
bad news comes knocking
You go down to the pick up station, you settle for less than fascination
Pleasure moves on too early, on this strange new flesh you ve found
When the closing lights strip off the shadows, you settle for less than fascination Joni, knocking for you
To lay down an impression, everything comes and goes
Things that you held high, it all comes down to you, you must have brought that on old bonds have broken down
Constant stranger, on this strange new flesh you ve found
Craving warmth and beauty, you can crawl-you can fly too
it s down to you
You go down to the pick up station, it all comes down to you To, they look so high
Marked by lovers and styles of clothes, knocking for you Down, and the blankets
You can crawl-you can fly too, craving warmth and beauty You, love is gone
knocking for you
and told yourself were true
When the closing lights strip off the shadows, and the blankets, at your garden gate
love is gone
It s down to you, it all comes down to you, you re a kind person
You re a brute-you re an angel, they look so high To, and the blankets
constant stranger
It s down to you, it all comes down to you You, it all comes down to you
Things that you held high, it s down to you
constant stranger