Wasted Sunsets
The day is gone when the angels come to stay
- The day is gone when the angels come to stay
- And all the silent whispers will be blown away
- And lying in the corner a pair of high heel shoes
- Hanging on the wall gold and silver for the blues
- One too many wasted sunsets
- One too many for the road
- And after dark the door is always open
- Hoping someone else will show
- Someone is waiting behind an unlocked door
- Grey circles overhead empties on the floor
- The cracks in the walls have grown too long
- The slow hand is dragging on afraid to meet the dawn
- One too many wasted sunsets
- One too many for the road
- And after dark the door is always open
- Hoping someone else will show
trield*
94 0 1314
2024-9-28 15:54 TECNO BG7n
Comments 0