The Pretty Things - Defecting Grey (Live at the BBC, 1967) | Текст песни

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• Defecting Grey (Live at the BBC, 1967)

Sitting alone on a bench with you
Mirrored above in the sky
Wondering if you will say goodnight
Leave me a grave and goodbye

Night sky hangs in blackness
Night threads, pattern weaving
Somebody going tells you where you need me
Casting gardens of shadow
The nights flash, someone is driving
Heat exchange, car on a highway going my way

Sitting alone on a bench with you
Talkin 'bout your life and mine
I find and bet you just don't like snakes
They are just no friend of mine

You've seen it all but you're foregoing
You passed it by but you're not knowing
You've heard it all before, you're going home
You've seen them dying, now the're alone

Sitting alone on a bench with you
Dipping my eyes in a stream
Breath of your lis chases shadows away
Clearing the mist from a tree


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