Текст песни And Also The Trees - Vincent Craine
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It was late afternoonShe sat watching never come to Vincent CraneUnder the wet weather swollen doorNever cameShe pressed her knee upUnderneath the wooden tableAs in her midriffDread flutters like the thread of love or painThere was a bowl of fruitShrinking on the table by a rusty spoonOver the mist weary distant hillsNever cameThrough piles of wrecked cars>From the stagnant pools of water>From the abattoir flysThat swarm leech and crawl in Clamour LaneShe walked towards the doorPushed it open and stood behind Vincent CraneHe leaned back and locked his arms around herThin awkward legsThey watched the sunlightSlide in cold squares across the walls