Coope, Boyes & Simpson - Falling Slowly | Текст песни

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• Falling Slowly

Another Friday dance hall drunken night hung over 'til morning
Unfamiliar bed-sit passion rubber stamped with a government health warning
Milk, mail and headaches arrive and I'm counting cracks in the ceiling
There's toast and closeness and I'm all confused with this warm unfamiliar feeling

For the glass is rising and the temperature's high
But I'm still failing slowly

No conversation, no forwarding address, no ties it goes without saying
Just love well and leave and then off with the tide was the game that I thought I was playing
But back in my steel world trapped by the freedom how I feel there's no way of knowing
And the routine can hide, there's no turning back and the need to be near you is growing

For the glass is rising and the temperature's high
But I'm still failing slowly

A cold back against a bulkhead, sleepless now at midnight
She buries her head in the dark dark sea and I wonder it she's alright
Then a voice comes on the radio, confirms we've got foul weather
Can you hear that same voice far away, do you wish that we were together
There's no bawdy bar room tales of weekend conquest
You've left this sailor all at sea
And I'm alone with my private thoughts warm in the memory
Can this be happening to me
So I'll just dream about the shore lights that'll tell me that I'm home
And I'll step down upon the quayside, maybe wonder why I roam
For we may be more than a weekend obsession, perhaps I'm always a sailor
But I know I want you and I know I need you as a lover but not as a jailor

For the glass is rising and the temperature's high
But I'm still failing slowly

For the glass is rising and the temperature's high
But I'm still failing slowly

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