paroles de chanson Bathtime - Tindersticks
There's
a
city
filth
that
lingers
All
over
my
naked
hands
Deep
into
the
weave
of
the
clothes
I
wear
And
every
step
brings
another
Every
hour
adds
some
more
Till
I'm
on
the
other
side
leaning
on
your
door
Are
the
taps
running,
darling?
Is
the
air
thick
with
steam?
Can
I
find
some
place
to
cry
these
tears
of
shame?
Every
step
brings
another
Every
hour
adds
some
more
Till
I'm
on
the
other
side
leaning
on
your
door
There's
a
smell
so
sweet
it's
sickly
It
follows
me
into
the
room
Hangs
in
the
air
like
rotting
perfume
I
never
bathe
in
it,
darling
Got
down
on
my
hands
and
knees
Got
in
so
far,
I
became,
well,
a
part
of
it
all
I've
been
wading
through
it
Don't
you
know
it's
up
to
my
neck?
And
it
won't
be
long
'fore
it's
over
my
head
And
it's
the
thought
of
you
in
my
mind,
keeps
me.
. .
Thought
I
knew
these
streets,
and
how
they
turn
Could
always
find
my
way
home
There's
something
there,
can't
leave
it
alone
The
trains
they
run
all
night
We
could
leave
everything
behind
Just
bring
that
dress
you
bought
when
we
first
met
I
know
it's
faded,
darling
I
know
it's
tattered
and
worn
In
that
dress,
I
could
never
love
you
more
I've
been
wading
through
it
Don't
you
know
it's
up
to
my
neck?
And
it
won't
be
long
'fore
it's
over
my
head
And
I
can
suck
it
into
my
love,
breathe
it
in
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