Текст песни Lovers's Retreat - Anne Clark
Look
at
our
young
faces
They're
growing
older
with
each
moment
Harder
and
less
beautiful
With
every
word
we
say
Stumbling
over
bridges
And
through
the
backstreets
Waiting
for
something
But
we
don't
know
what
It
could
be
a
promise
It
could
be
passion
Eternal
life
Or
instant
death
Wading
through
rubbish
And
dodging
choc-a-block
cars
Through
the
door
and
up
the
stairs
We'll
find
some
moments
of
happiness
Between
sheets
we've
known
so
often
The
warmest
place
in
this
hostile
town
Afterwards,
through
dust
and
comfort
filled
eyes
We
can
look
upwards
And
almost
stare
at
the
stars
1 Heaven
2 Red Sands
3 Alarm Call
4 Tide
5 The Interruption
6 The Power Game
7 World Without Warning
8 Bursting
9 Lovers's Retreat
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