THE BLACKENED TREES - THE CROSSOVER | Текст песни

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The wet evening air dilutes the words
As a young couple sit amidst a lovers quarrell
The dying lights strain Through an endless grey cover
This stage passes leaves way for another
The street lights illuminate But shadow the mind
And now the wilder side of life you will find

Across the road Two old men blow whistles for fun
To fund the liquor fuelled bickering that we've all come to know
A friendship dicrepit alone on the slate
A life alone 'cept a bottle is now this ones fate
But happiness for him is never too hard to find
A cheap bottle of whiskey a cheaper bottle of wine

Posters on lampposts and chalk boards in doors
The promises of fun and cheap alcohol the lure
People outside waiting the mating game is on
Loosened up by liquor and livlied up by lust
The doorman fears tension his attention is gone
Splip in by the ropes to a world still unkown

All kinds start to appear as the light dissappears
The atmosphere changes for better or worse
A feeling emerges strong but a burden of course
Is it fear, is it love or is it simply a curse?