Martyn Bates - Cut Like Sunset | Текст песни

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Voices in the other rooms
creep to here
Curling under doors
Thru the paper thin walls
over to where i stand all
wet-eyed days of yesterdays

Etching out a feeling of
restless quietly aching love
Warm like a solitary
glimpse of sun
when sunset has come
Sealing day with

poignant memory
and vanishing now
to who knows where

Voices in the other rooms
creep to here
Curling under doors
Thru the paper thin walls
over to where i stand all
wet-eyed days of yesterdays

Etching out a feeling of
restless quietly aching love

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