Текст песни Month of Sundays (French Wives) с переводом

It takes four hours to stand up straight

And all you are is what you waste

Your feet are set in concrete blocks

And all your thoughts are deep dark thoughts

Little reminders come back to find you

The world is a big place, let it inside you

If we could get back on we’d be really strong

You’d look back at where you’ve been and you’d smile

You’re bad company, you’re a purgatory

You’ll be waitin' waitin' here for a while

Pain is a strong word, loosen your purse string

You are the best thing in my month of Sundays

And I can’t shake the feeling you were meant to cross the tracks

You are not a prisoner, you’re a pain shift, this will pass

Remember remember remember remember that

Remember remember remember remember that

And bring back the boy who swept me off my feet

And long live the lost boys sensitive and sweet

There’s no smoke without a fire I doubt

There’s no smoke without a fire

And I can’t shake the feeling you were meant to cross the tracks

You are not a prisoner, you’re a pain shift, this will pass

And I can’t shake the feeling you were meant to cross the tracks

You are not a prisoner, you’re a pain shift, this will pass

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