Текст (слова) песни: The Psychedelic Furs - Book Of Days
the air here tastes like poison the traffic moves on broken roads the river runs like silver my own feelings let me down she`s 14 and she`s fading there`s a wasted year for every train that passes she is leaving someday someday never comes this road is poison walk me to the wheels i fear for my life this road is poison lovers coo goodbye singing don`t forget me boys tired of waiting in the cheap seats she is haunted by her failure here the river runs like silver my own feelings let me down she`s 24 and feels it like a wasted year for every day that passes she is leaving one day one day never comes this road poison walk me to the wheels i fear for my life this road is poison lovers coo goodbye singing don`t forget me boys in monday morning houses down through gravel yards and dirty smoke to somewhere on the sky line what i feel is still the same she`s 40 and afraid that there`s a wasted life for every town that passes she is leaving here but nothing here remains this road is poison walk me to the wires i fear for my life this road is poison lovers coo goodbye singing don`t forget me boys
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