James Douglas Morrison - Wait for morning | Текст песни

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• James Douglas Morrison
• Wait for morning

Winter Photography
our love's in jeopardy
Winter Photography
our love's in jeopardy
Sit up all night, talking smoking
Sit up all night,smoking
Insane in the woods and the deep trees.
come again,come again,come again
and wait for morning,
come again,come again,come again
insane in the woods and the deep trees
come again and wait for morning
Count the dead & wait for morning
Winter photography
Our love's in jeopardy
When I watch the T.V. and I see helicopters swirling
Their brutal and bountiful sensation
Over the fields and the comic walls
I can only smile and fix a meal and think
About the child who will one day own you.
come again,come again,come again
and wait for morning
Indians bleeding
Indians scattered on dawn's highway
Indian, indian what did you die for?
Indian says, nothing at all.
(And at this point we hear West Virginian mountain music...violins)