paroles de chanson The Longest Memory - Nerina Pallot

Birthed in a shadow only true eye can see
Born with its twin, memory
Rolling on, rolling down
The queerest thing followed in its wake
Makes me feel like dying, stark naked
Rolling down, rolling down
And you don't know night
You don't know day
You don't know why you feel this way
And I do somehow, I do somehow
See them folk on the hill - they ain't no friend of mine
Don't knock on my door, they ain't got no time
Ain't they proud, ain't they proud?

But I swear that I heard this story one time
About visions and greatness born to every child
Rolling down, tears are rolling down
Rolling down this state of mind

All things being equal - at least in degrees
Different, different pedigrees
They're burning down the streets
Take the burden to the streets
Now that she's gone do you think we're all free?
Slipping the chains of history?
Tears are rolling down, they're still rolling down
Oh it's pure and it's perfect and you know what they say?
The good book maketh good men
Then they go to their graves

Don't fear the fight
Don't you fear the fight

But the loneliness
Oh the loneliness
Yes, the loneliness is the longest memory
It's the longest memory