Текст песни The Tragedy of David Gribble - Inkwell
Here
we
are,
don′t
tell
a
soul
Of
secrets
held
with
arms
bent
back
against
their
fold
Say
one
word,
don't
breathe
too
fast.
We′re
both
compelled
to
break
off
everything
that
lasts
Now
it's
four
more
steps
til
we
reach
the
top
And
Heaven
knows
when
we
get
there,
we'll
never
stop.
You
bring
the
cigarettes,
and
I′ll
bring
the
conversation.
And
if
everything
works
out
right,
we
will
sing.
The
cupboard;′s
bare,
all
lines
are
down.
The
leaves
are
turning
a
nicer
shade
as
they
hit
the
ground.
Say
one
word,
keep
it
close
We
are
trying
to
understand
what
we
love
the
most.
Now
it's
four
more
steps
til
we
reach
the
top
And
Heaven
knows
when
we
get
there,
we′ll
never
stop.
You
bring
the
cigarettes,
and
I'll
bring
the
conversation.
And
if
everything
works
out
right,
we
will
sing.
My
heart
and
I
have
yet
to
meet,
But
I
will
heed
every
word
it
says
to
me.
Now
it′s
four
more
steps
til
we
reach
the
top
And
Heaven
knows
when
we
get
there,
we'll
never
stop.
You
bring
the
cigarettes,
and
I,
I′ll
bring
the
conversation.
And
if
everything
works
out
right,
we
will
sing
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