Текст (слова) песни: Lucksmiths, The - The Chapter In Your Life Entitled San Francisco
Is it April yet? I forget sometimes how slowly summer passes You disappeared into Departures Only half a year ago It seems like so much more, you know I went a fortnight without so much as an email Then a postcard scant of detail In which you wished me all the best From the non-specific north west
Should it one day come to pass That you sit down to your memoirs Where will this go? The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco
Are you warm enough? I remember how the fog comes off the water And the days are ever shorter And I worry you’ll be cold Or have you found someone to hold? I spent the summer with the curtains drawn against it Counting all the nights you’ve wasted Under unfamiliar stars
Should it one day come to pass That you sit down to your memoirs Where will this go? The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco
Are you ever coming clean? Or will I never know the meaning Of the lines you scribbled out So that I couldn’t read between? Are you ever coming home? Or should I learn to do without you?
Should it one day come to pass That you sit down to your memoirs Where will this go? The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco
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