Placebo - In a cold winter mourning | Текст песни

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• In a cold winter mourning

In cold light of morning while everyone is yawning
You're high,
In the cold light of morning the party gets boring
You're high.
As your skin starts to scratch and wave yesterdays action goodbye...
Forget past indiscretions,
And stolen possessions,
You're high,
In the cold light.

In the cold light of morning, while everyone's yawning,
You're high.
In the cold light of morning
You're drunk sick from whoring and high.
Staring back from the mirrors,
A face that you don't recognise...
It's a loser, a sinner, a cock in a dildo's disguise
In the cold light.

Tomorrow... tomorrow...
Tomorrow...
As your skin starts to scratch
And wave yesterdays action goodbye.
Forget past indiscretions,
And stolen possessions,
You're high.
In the cold light of day...

Tomorrow's only a king,
Whistle, (х9)
Away...

In the cold light of day.