Adrian Glynn - Seven or Eight Days (OST Being People) | Текст песни

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• Seven or Eight Days (OST Being People)

She gone seven, seven or eight days
She gone where I don't even know

Clock like a steam-drill,
Tearin up the wall
The dog's in the cellar again

I changed my shirt
From a white one to a red
But that was back…I don't remember when

I'm learnin all the rules
That I used to think the fools
Followed back when life was livin for the heart

I'm stumbling to the fridge to find that
Beer I know I hid, and laughin,
"Ain't love just like fumbling in the dark"

She gone seven, seven or eight days
She gone where I don't even know

At dusk the kids are playing,
Saying, "Mama, let us stay out"
They still believe that they'll outrun the sun

The dog's under the porch-light,
Sleeping with his one eye open
Hopin for some leftover from lunch

When the street-light has begun
And the mothers take their sons and stow them
Safe and warm away behind the door

I'm cryin in my plate and I'm
trying not to hate the way
The dirt makes faces on the kitchen floor

She gone seven, seven or eight days
She gone where I don't even know

Lord, take the heart of a woman
And show me where it says that love is blind
Because it watches when you're sleeping, till You're snoring then she's creeping down
The hallway and away into the night

She gone seven, seven or eight days
She gone where I don't even know

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