Ben Weaver - East Jefferson | Текст песни

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The ashtray was full of orange peels
when you woke up the dream wasn't real
the sky like a bruise
smokin' your last cigarette on the stoop
at the end of the night
the cold wind blew
threw the swings in the park
by dinnertime it was already dark
the rain had turned to snow
everything whiter than a hundred ghosts
at the end of the night
count the roads and count your friends
in case you have to walk home in the end
before I change my mind or you drop the line
at the end of the night

at the end of the night
there are no more stars left in the sky
and all the black turns to white

on a dead end street where the train goes past
rakin' leaves into piles on the grass
no matter how clear things appear
we never get closer than our fear
at the end of the night
like a tree I can't Identify
those eyes defined and insecure at the same time
where we stood in the road
your hair in my coat, your smell in my clothes
at the end of the night
I fell asleep tryin to stay awake
the footprints were lost when the snow turned back to rain
but if the birds lead the way home will you still kinow which way to go at the end of the night

at the end of the night
there are no more stars left in the sky
and all the black turns to white


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